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Fair on Isabella's morn
The sun propitious smil'd; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds
Succeeding hopes beguild.
Fate oft tears the bosom chords
That Nature finest strung : So Isabella's heart was form’d,
And so that heart was wrung.
Dread Omnipotence, alone,
Can heal the wound He gave; Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes
To scenes beyond the grave.
Virtue's blossoms there shall blow,
And fear no withering blaft ; There Isabella's spotless worth
Shall happy be at laft
My Lord, I know, your noble ear
Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear
Your humble slave complain,
* Bruar Falls, in Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs.
How saucy Phoebus' scorching beams,
In flaming summer-pride,
And drink my crystal tide.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin trouts,
That thro' my waters play,
They near the margin stray;
I'm scorching up so shallow,
In gasping death to wallow.
Last day I grat wi' spite and teen,
As Poet B**** came by,
Wi' half my channel dry:
Even as I was he shor'd me;
But had I in my glory been,
He, kneeling, wad ador'd me.
Here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin;
Wild-roaring o'er a linn:
As Nature gave them me, I am, altho' I say't mysel,
Worth gaun a mile to fee.
Would then my noble master please
grant my highest wishes,
And bonnie spreading bushes. Delighted doubly then, my Lord,
You'll wander on my banks, And listen mony a grateful bird
Return you tuneful thanks.
The sober laverock, warbl ng wild,
Shall to the skies aspire ;
Shall sweetly join the choir :
The mavis mild and mellow;
In all her locks of yellow :
This too, a covert shall ensure,
; And coward maukin sleep secure,
Low in her graffy form :
To weave his crown of flow'rs;
From prone-descending show'rs.