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Written with a PENCIL over the CHIMNEYPIECE, in the Parlour of the Inn at KENMORE, TAYMOUTH.
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
vides, The woods, wild-scatter'd, clothe their ample
Th' outstretching lake, imbosomed 'mong the
with wonder and amazement fills ; The Tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride, The palace rising on his verdant fide; The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native
The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless hafte ; The arches ftriding o'er the new-born stream ; The village glittering in the noontide beam
Poetic ardors in my bosom swell,
Here Poesy might wake her heav'n-taught
lyre, And look through Nature with creative fire;
Here, to the wrongs of Fate half reconcil'd, Misfortune's lighten'd steps might wander
wild ; And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds, Find balm to sooth her bitter rankling wounds: Here heart-struck Grief might heav'nward stretch her scan,
. And injur'd Worth forget and pardon man.
Written with a Pencil, ftanding by the FALL
of FYERS near Loch-Ness.
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods