Hew Morrison Collection > Minor poems, and translations, in verse

LIKES,
ox A VIEW OF THE COVENANTERS' TOMB IN THE BOG OF
LOCH IN-KETT, GALLOWAY.
What time Loch In-kett's distant wave is dyed
By evening shadows in funereal gloom,
Why turns the wanderer from yon cairn aside —
The Martyr Covenanters' desert tomb ?
Here, in the dusk, the homeward rustic speeds
From pallid forms in hoary, dim display ;
Still, for his faith, the Good Enthusiast bleeds.
When Superstition points her stern array !
Unwearied Thought ! why vainly thus survey
The seemiag creatures Fancy loves t' invest ;
No shade unholy e'er presumes to stray
Where the blest ashes of the Martyrs rest.