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HOME-SICKNESS. Hi
The smell of the purple heather,
The myrtle wild, and thyme,
And the balmy fragrant sweetness
Of the Autumn's golden prime !
Oh ! for a sight of Ben-Nevis !
Methiiiks I see him now,
As the morning sunlight crimsons
The snow-wreath on his brow.
As he shakes away the shadows,
His heart the sunshine thrills
And he towers high and majestic
Amidst a thousand hills.
And grand old " Sgur-a-Dhomiil,"
That guards thy head Lochiel,
Whilst o'er his shoulder he casteth
An eye upon Loch- Shell.
The morning sun on Ben-Nevis
May weave a fairy crown,
But on thee he showers his glory,
When at eve he goeth down.
And "Lochiel," that "streak" of silver,
Where mountains wild and steep
Seem stretching in all their grandeur.
Far down in its blue deep.
A narrow stripe in its bosom
Reflects the azure skies.
That made me think in childhood
Of streams in Paradise.
But dearer fixr than Ben-Nevis,
And thy blue shores, Lochiel,
The touch of the hand that bringeth
Emotion's gladsome thrill ;
And the sight of the kindly faces
Mine eyes have yearned to see ;
And the music of living voices,
That sound like psalms to me.
The smell of the purple heather,
The myrtle wild, and thyme,
And the balmy fragrant sweetness
Of the Autumn's golden prime !
Oh ! for a sight of Ben-Nevis !
Methiiiks I see him now,
As the morning sunlight crimsons
The snow-wreath on his brow.
As he shakes away the shadows,
His heart the sunshine thrills
And he towers high and majestic
Amidst a thousand hills.
And grand old " Sgur-a-Dhomiil,"
That guards thy head Lochiel,
Whilst o'er his shoulder he casteth
An eye upon Loch- Shell.
The morning sun on Ben-Nevis
May weave a fairy crown,
But on thee he showers his glory,
When at eve he goeth down.
And "Lochiel," that "streak" of silver,
Where mountains wild and steep
Seem stretching in all their grandeur.
Far down in its blue deep.
A narrow stripe in its bosom
Reflects the azure skies.
That made me think in childhood
Of streams in Paradise.
But dearer fixr than Ben-Nevis,
And thy blue shores, Lochiel,
The touch of the hand that bringeth
Emotion's gladsome thrill ;
And the sight of the kindly faces
Mine eyes have yearned to see ;
And the music of living voices,
That sound like psalms to me.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Poems and songs > (131) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/76083468 |
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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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