Books and other items printed in Gaelic from 1871 to 1900 > Sar-obair nam bard gaelach, or, The beauties of Gaelic poetry, and lives of the Highland bards

DAIBH1DH MAC EALA1R.
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Faic a chuileag ’ga dlteadh
Le sionntaibh an naduir,
’S o na dbibhir i ’n seasan,
Gur h-eigin d’i biisach’ ;
Faic gliocas an t-seangain,
Na thional cho trathail,
•S dean eiseimpleir leanail,
Chum t-anam a shabbal’.
DAIBHIDH MAC-EALAIR.
*S ma ghoideas e dlu ort,
Gun do dhuil bhi r’a thighinn ;
’N sin fosglaidh do shuilean,
’S chi thu chuis thar a mithich ;
Bidh do choguis ’ga d’ phianadh,
Mar sgian ann a d’ chridhe ;
’S co-ionann a giiilan,
’S laidhe ruisgt’ ann an sgitheach.
David Mackellar, commonly called Daibhidh nan Laoidh, was another religious
| poet. The time of his birth is not known. He lived in Glendaruel after the beginning of
; last century. He was blind, and the people in that country still preserve some tradition¬
ary accounts of him and of the manner in which his hymn was composed, the most
striking of which is that after having composed it his sight was restored. In his
youth he composed some profane pieces. The time of his death is likewise uncertain,
j but a grand-daughter of his lived in Glasgow not many years ago. This hymn was first
j published in Glasgow about the year 1752. It was so very popular in the Highlands
that many persons got it by heart that had never seen the printed copy.
LAOIDH MHIC-EALAIR.
Moladh do’n Ti’s airde gldir,
An Ti’s modha no gach neach ;
Cruithear an t-saoghail gu leir,
Da’n cubhaidh dhuinn geill’ air fad.
’S tu rinn an domhan’s na th’ ann,
Na cuaintean domhain, ’s am fonn ;
’S chuir thu iasg g’a altrum ann,
’S thug thu ciall gu ghlacadh dhuinn.
Rinneadh leat gealach a’s grian,
Thogail fianuis air do ghlbir ;
Cha’n aithris mi a mile trian,
De chruthachadh an Dia is mb.
’S tu rinn na reulitan air fad,
A riaghlachadh gu ceart nan tr.'.th;
Gheall thu maraon fuachd a’s teas,
Foghar ma seach agus Mairt.
’S tu rinn na h-ainglean air fad,
Tha ’n t-abharsair fo d’ smachd gu mlr :
Air slabhruidh laidir aig do Mhac,
Cumail a neart o theachd oirnn’.
Rinneadh leat an duine’ ris,
A reir t-iomhaidh chum do ghldir;
Ach chaill e ’n oidhreachd ud gun luach,
’S cha’n fhuasgalar 1 le or.
’S tu chuir am fradharc na cheann,
Chuir thu fait tro chlaigeann lorn ;
Thug thu cluas gu eisteachd dha,
’S gluasad a chuirp o na bhonn.
Chuir thu Adhamh an cadal trom,
Chaidh leigh nan gras os a cheann ;
’S de dh-aisinn bho thaobh do rinn
A bhean, o’n do ghin gach clann.
Chuir thu e ’n gbradh nan send,
Far an robh eibhneas a ghraidh ;
Dh-ith a bhean an sin a meas,
’S dh-fhuilig 1 ’s a sliochd am bis,
Cha robh a teasargain aig neach,
O’n a chumhnanta rinn i bhris ;
’N tra ruisgcadh an sgeudachadh ceart,
Bha chuis na h-cagal an sin.