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

SEUMAS MAC-GHRIOGAIR.
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from his native country, and from so respectable a literary quarter, must have been soothing
to his feelings, and have gilded the horizon of the evening shades of his life.
In the spring of 1828, Dr M‘Gregor was seized with a fit of apoplexy ; and at Pictou,
on the first of March, 1830, at the age of 68, he experienced a return which terminated in
his death on the third day of that month. His funeral was attended by an immense
assemblage ofdeploringfriends,whoshowed their estimate ofhis character, worth and talents,
by unfeigned expressions of regret.
AN SOISGEUL.
Air fonn—“Coire- Chealhaich".
’Se ’n Soisgeulgradhach thugDia nan gras duiim
A chum ar sitbhaladh d.in mo ruin :
Ach’s eMas aid e, air cuisibh aluinn,
Nach tuig an nadur a tha gun iuil.
Gurmis’ an truaghan’s n’asledrmancuairtdomh
A’ tabhairt cluais da, mar fhuaim nach fiach ;
B’ e’n gnothach cruaidh e nach tuig an sluagh e,
An sgeul as uaisle a chualas riamh.
Tha clann nan daoine gu tur fo dhaorsa,
Aig dia an t-saoghaii-s ag aoradh dha:
Fo chois am miannan, a tha do-riarach ;
Gun fheart, gun iarraidh air Dia nan gras:
A’ dianamh tMr air gach ni is kill leis,
A’ briseadh aintean gach la gun sgios ;
E fad o’n smuaintibh, ’s iad riuth gu luath uaith ;
Chum na truaighe ta buan gun chrich.
Ge mdr an curam th’aig Dia nan dul diubh,
Cha tig iad dlii dha le urnaigh chaoin ;
Bu mhor a’ ghrain leo bhi uair ’na Ikthair,
An caidreamh blath ris ’na aros naomh :
lad ruith na gaoithe, ’s ag earbsa daonnan,
Ri sonas fhaotainn am faoineis bhreug ;
Gun fhios, gun aird ac’ air doigh a’s fearr dhai
Na greim an drast air n’ a’s aill le ’n ere.
Tha’m barail laidir gur muinntir shlan iad,
’S nach ’eil ceann-fath ac’ air grhsan De :
Tha’n Soisgeul faoin leo.seach gean ant-saoghaif,
Tha ’n cridhe aotrom, gun ghaol do’n Leigh j
Ach’s ait an sgeul e, air leigheas ceutach
Do dhuin’ euslan, fo chreuchdaibh ciuirt;
’S naigheachd phriseil, bho Dhia na firinn
Do neach fo dhiteadb, ’s e diblidh, bruit.
Do neach fo smuairean, le Dia bhi ’n gruaim ris,
’S a lochdan uamhar ’g a chuartach’ dlu ;
Gun fhios nach aite dha ifrinn chraiteach,
M’an tig am maireach, s’ am bas ’na shuil
Do neach a dh’fhoglum o'n Spiorad Naomha,
Gur sonas baoth bheir an saogh'l so uaith ;
Nach eil ann ach sgail deth ’san am tha Ikthair,
’S gu’m bac am bas e’s nach fas e buan.
B’e sgeul an aigh e, air beatha’s slainte,
O los’ a bhasaich ’na ghradh do dhaoin.
’Si ’fhuil am plasd aims am beil an tkbhachd,
’Nuair theid a charadh gu baigheil, caoin,
Ri cridhe ledinte, gun ghean, gun sblas,
Ach doilich, brbnach, gun seol air sith ;
Le Spiorad uasal nam fearta buadhar,
Nuair thig e nuas air le gluasad min.
Sud sgeul roaoibh neach, air maoin’ a’s oighreachd.
Do dhuine daibhir, gun sgoinn do’n t-saogh’l ;
Air criin, ’s rloghachd a chaoi nach criochnaich
Gun dragh gun mhiothlachd, ach sith, ’s gaol.
Sud sgeul ro kraidh do dhuine tairell,
Air urram krd ann am Pkrras shuas;
Le gradh gun aimhleas, ameasg nan ainghlean ;
’Scha teirig cainnt daibh,toirt taing do’n Uan.