Keppoch song

EXPOSTULATORY
Address to the 31oon of H—n—v-r.
THUS saith the spirit of Angus of Kep-
poch. Thou, O Moon of H--n--v--r, hast
ascended, and hast rolled over these realms,
now for one hundred years. Wilt thou
permit me to expostulate with thee? Wilt
thou hear the voice of truth from the lips
of a plain son of the mountains? Hath
justice flowed though the streets as a
stream? Hath righteousness rolled over
these realms as a river? Hath mercy and
truth kissed each other, and has the soft
melting voice of compassion been heard?
Thy ascent, O moon of H~n-v-r, was
gloomy and tempestuous through the evil
intentions of self-designing men. Thou
didst not dispense thy beams on the moun-
tains, to us wast thou eclipsed by the
mists of prejudice. We who had bravely
maintained ourselves in the possession of
our glens for seventeen hundred years, were
doomed to deprivation and exile. In an