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A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester.
My sprightly neighbor, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore,
Some summer morning,
When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet forewarning?
WHEN MAGGY GANGS AWAY.
O, WHAT Will a' the lads do
Young Jock has ta'en the hill for 't,
Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for 't,
The young laird o' the Lang Shaw
And that is mair in maiden's praise
The wailing in our green glen
That day will quaver high,
THE RAPTURE OF KILMENY.
BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen;
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
Lang the laird of Duneira blame, And lang, lang greet, or Kilmeny come hame!
Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;
"T will draw the redbreast frae the wood, As still was her look, and as still was
The laverock frae the sky;
The fairies frae their beds o' dew Will rise and join the lay,
An' hey! what a day 't will be When Maggy gangs away?
As the stillness that lay on the emerant
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless
For Kilmeny had been she knew not | And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair!
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare.
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew ;
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,
When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been, -
And dear to Heaven the words of truth, And the praise of virtue frae beauty's
That her youth and beauty never might fade;
And they smiled on heaven, when they
saw her lie
To tell of the place where she had been, And the glories that lay in the land un