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Kinloch Waterfall, in Morven
The changeful years have fled, and lo! I standAwed by this glorious waterfall once more;
And Nature's God with heart and lip adore
In this fair shrine bedecked by Nature's hand.
Unaltered are its circling ramparts grand,
Unchanged the music of its deep-toned roar:
By the same flowers and ferns 'tis spangled o'er,
By the same roof of azure it is spanned.
And thus for centuries when I am gone
This temple will its hallelujahs raise,
These falling waters thunder ceaseless on:
But what though few and fleeting are my days,
Eternal is the Rock I rest upon,
And here or yonder I shall sing His praise!
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