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94 THE PROPHECIES OF THE BRAHAN SEER.
principle or theory which may satisfy his reason, his
credulity, or scepticism, we conclude with the following
LAMENT FOR "THE LAST OF THE SEAFORTHS."
By Sir Walter Scott.
In vain the bright course of thy talents to wrong
Fate deaden'd thine ear and imprison'd thy tongue,
For brighter o'er all her obstructions arose
The glow of the genius they could not oppose ;
And who, in the land of the Saxon or Gael,
Might match with Mackenzie, High Chief of Kintail ?
Thy sons rose around thee in light and in love.
All a father could hope, all a friend could approve ;
What 'vails it the tale of thy sorrows to tell ?
In the spring time of youth and of promise they fell !
Of the line of MacKenneth remains not a male,
To bear the proud name of the Chief of Kintail.
And thou gentle Dame, who must bear, to thy grief.
For thy clan and thy country the cares of a Chief,
Whom brief rolling moons in six changes have left.
Of thy husband and father and brethren bereft.
To thine ear of affection, how sad is the hail
That salutes thee— the heir of the line of Kintail !
Na 'vi hiodh an V earhall na bu ruighne bhioclh mo
sgialachd na U fhaide.