But many days, and many And many years ensuing, months, This wretched Knight did vainly seek So coming his last help to crave, And there his sorrow ended. Now ye, who willingly have heard By Ellen's side the Bruce is laid; IV. TO A HIGHLAND GIRL. (AT INVERSNEYDE, UFON LOCH LOMOND.) SWEET Highland Girl, a very shower Twice seven consenting years have shed And these gray Rocks; this household Lawn; These Trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent Lake; This little Bay, a quiet Road That holds in shelter thy Abode; Like something fashioned in a dream; Yet, dream and vision as thou art, With earnest feeling I shall pray Here scattered like a random seed, Of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach What hand but would a garland cull Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea: and I would have Some claim upon thee, if I could, Thy Father, any thing to thee! Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place. Joy have I had; and going hence I bear away my recompense. Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, As I do now, the Cabin small, |