Hew Morrison Collection > Celtic garland

To yonder garden, once tliy pride,
Ko one attention shows,
And weeds grow thickly side by side,
"Where bloomed tlie blushing rose,
"Where are the friends of worthy fame,
Their hearts on kindness bent ;
AYhose welcome cheered me when I came,
AVho blessed me as I went.
Full many in the church-yard sleep.
The rest are far away.
And I forlorn hi silence weep,
"With neither friend nor stay.
Death in my breast has fixed his dart,
My heart is growing cold.
And from this world I'll soon depart
To rest beneath the mould.
Though here alone, Avith comforts few,
The glory Lord be Thme,
Thou only gavest what was due,
"Why should I then repine ?
Yon glorious orb now seeks repose
Beneath the ocean's crest,
The heaving billows round it close,
Far in the distant West.
Night's sable mantle falls around.
And silence reigns scerene,
The droning beetles eerie somid
Alone, disturbs the scene.
O, lovely glen, O, lovely glen !
The fairest eye can see,
Descending irom thy lofty ben
My last farewell to thee !