Books and other items printed in Gaelic from 1801 to 1840 > Poems in English, Scotch, and Gaelic, on various subjects

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The smi has fled, and left our Isle,
To distant regions led the day,
The rocks and streams forget to smile,
The woods and lawns no more are gay.
No object now invites the eye,
No bustling sound attracts the ear;
Creation's blooms unnotic'd lye.
While all around is silence drear.
And am I then unknown, unseen,
As on my bed I musing lye ?
Will tenfold darkness amply screen
Me from the Omniscient piercing eye ?
No secret can elude the sight
Of Him who rules the earth and sky,
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