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SONGS AND POEMS.
EPISTLE TO THE AUTHOR.
Then sound the Leys,
And all the braes,
Betwixt Moy-Hall and Inverness j
And draw the vales,
The hills and dales,
And sing them in their native dress.
The fertile plain,
Where rustic swain,
Delights in summer-eve to pass
An hour or two,
From parents' view,
A-courting some sweet country lass.
Then be not dull,
By brook nor rill,
For Nature is a book sublime ;
In every age,
It yields a page
To every pond'ring Son of Rhyme.
The heath'ry hill,
Where roves at will
Many a nimble hart and roe—
Where shepherds keep
Their goats and sheep,
And liberty's fair breezes blow.
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