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THE PEASANT GIRL TO THE LADY. 23
A clusteriug mass of golden brown
Falls o'er tliy forehead high and fair ;
A lialo bright — a nobler crown —
Is shining on thy beauteous hair.
Serenity sits on thy brow,
And truth beams in thy clear glad eye ;
All traits that nobleness avow
Do in each speaking feature vie.
Tliirsting for wisdom's every rill
Long ere the down was on thy cheeks,
Thoii fain would'st climb the towering hill
Where knowledge to her votaries speaks.
The mount was steep, and eager thou ;
The labour wasted thy sweet breath.
Bright-gifted youth, alas ! that thou
Art laid so low to sleep in death !
'Midst joys no earthly tongue can count,
A citizen thou art enrolled,
Where wisdom thou drink'st at the fount,
And knowledge all her gems unfold.
No prison-house of fragile clay
Now breaks the pinions of thy soul ;
'No trammelling to clog the way,
Or keep thee from thy glorious goal !
Then, Charlie, brother dearest, best !
I would not have thee stay with me ;
Hie, hie, then to thy glorious rest,
And I will seek to follow thee !
THE PEASANT GIRL TO THE LADY.
WiTHix yon old baronial hall.
Rich mantled o'er by ivy green,
Methinks I see thee sit, in state.
Fair lady, in thy silken sheen.
A clusteriug mass of golden brown
Falls o'er tliy forehead high and fair ;
A lialo bright — a nobler crown —
Is shining on thy beauteous hair.
Serenity sits on thy brow,
And truth beams in thy clear glad eye ;
All traits that nobleness avow
Do in each speaking feature vie.
Tliirsting for wisdom's every rill
Long ere the down was on thy cheeks,
Thoii fain would'st climb the towering hill
Where knowledge to her votaries speaks.
The mount was steep, and eager thou ;
The labour wasted thy sweet breath.
Bright-gifted youth, alas ! that thou
Art laid so low to sleep in death !
'Midst joys no earthly tongue can count,
A citizen thou art enrolled,
Where wisdom thou drink'st at the fount,
And knowledge all her gems unfold.
No prison-house of fragile clay
Now breaks the pinions of thy soul ;
'No trammelling to clog the way,
Or keep thee from thy glorious goal !
Then, Charlie, brother dearest, best !
I would not have thee stay with me ;
Hie, hie, then to thy glorious rest,
And I will seek to follow thee !
THE PEASANT GIRL TO THE LADY.
WiTHix yon old baronial hall.
Rich mantled o'er by ivy green,
Methinks I see thee sit, in state.
Fair lady, in thy silken sheen.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Poems and songs > (35) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/76082412 |
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Description | Gaelic and English. |
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Shelfmark | Blair.83 |
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Description | A selection of books from a collection of more than 500 titles, mostly on religious and literary topics. Also includes some material dealing with other Celtic languages and societies. Collection created towards the end of the 19th century by Lady Evelyn Stewart Murray. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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