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LOCH-IN-DAAL. 215
I must forget myself before
Thy beauties fade to me.
Those deep blue hills that rise afar,
Like giants straight and high,
Delightedly I 've looked on them
With childhood's dazzled eye ;
And now I look on thee again
What old, old things come by.
Oh! many long past things that haunt
Thy banks, and fields, and ways ;
A thousand forms of tender things
My heart-touched feelings raise
Around thee here, on which youth's sun.
With noontide lustre, plays.
Old friends who now are none for me
Still haunt thy changeless shore ;
And friends, alas ! who now are gone.
Where we meet not as of yore ;
And friends, thank God, who still are friends,
Just as they were before.
And men and matrons — maids and youths.
Who were no friends at all ;
They too come flocking to my side.
With or without a call:
The old, the young, the grave, the gay—
The short ones and the tall.
They troop into the village streets —
They stand as oft they stood,
Round the street-corners, talking long
Of bad things and of good ;
For the flippant and the wise were there —
The civil and the rude.
I must forget myself before
Thy beauties fade to me.
Those deep blue hills that rise afar,
Like giants straight and high,
Delightedly I 've looked on them
With childhood's dazzled eye ;
And now I look on thee again
What old, old things come by.
Oh! many long past things that haunt
Thy banks, and fields, and ways ;
A thousand forms of tender things
My heart-touched feelings raise
Around thee here, on which youth's sun.
With noontide lustre, plays.
Old friends who now are none for me
Still haunt thy changeless shore ;
And friends, alas ! who now are gone.
Where we meet not as of yore ;
And friends, thank God, who still are friends,
Just as they were before.
And men and matrons — maids and youths.
Who were no friends at all ;
They too come flocking to my side.
With or without a call:
The old, the young, the grave, the gay—
The short ones and the tall.
They troop into the village streets —
They stand as oft they stood,
Round the street-corners, talking long
Of bad things and of good ;
For the flippant and the wise were there —
The civil and the rude.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > J. F. Campbell Collection > Selections from the Gaelic bards > (249) |
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Description | Volumes from a collection of 610 books rich in Highland folklore, Ossianic literature and other Celtic subjects. Many of the books annotated by John Francis Campbell of Islay, who assembled the collection. |
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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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