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Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every Creature, Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for outward show, Such a light of gladness breaks, Pretty Kitten! from thy freaks, Spreads with such a living grace O’er my little Laura's face; Yes, the sight so stirs and charms Thee, Baby, laughing in my arms, That almost I could repine That your transports are not mine, That I do not wholly fare Even as ye do, thoughtless Pair! And I will have my careless season Spite of melancholy reason, Will walk through life in such a way That, when time brings on decay,
Now and then I may possess
THE SEVEN SISTERS,
THE SOLITUDE OF BINNÒRIE.
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,
Fresh blows the wind, a western wind, And from the shores of Erin, Across the wave, a Rover brave. To Binnorie is steering: Right onward to the Scottish strand : The gallant ship is borne ; The Warriors leap upon the land, And hark! the Leader of the Band Hath blown his bugle horn. Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, 'The Solitude of Binnorie.. .
Beside a Grotto of their own, With boughs above them closing, · The Seven are laid, and in the shade They lie like Fawns reposing. But now; upstarting with affright At noise of Man and Steed,
Away they fly to left to right -
Away the seven fair Campbells fly,