Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!
\nIn you let the minions of luxury rove;
\nRestore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes,
\nThough still they are sacred to freedom and love:
\nYet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
\nRound their white summits though elements war;
\nThough cataracts foam ‘stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
\nI sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.<\/p>\n
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered;
\nMy cap was teh bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
\nOn chieftains long perished my memory pondered,
\nAs daily I strode through the pine-covered glade;
\nI sought not my home till the day’s dying glory
\nGave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
\nFor fancy was cheered by traditional story,
\nDisclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.<\/p>\n
“Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
\nRise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?”
\nSurely the soul of the hero rejoices,
\nAnd rides on the wind, o’er his own Highland vale.
\nRouch Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,
\nWinter presides in his cold icy car:
\nClouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
\nThey dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.<\/p>\n
“Ill-starred, though brave, did no visions foreboding
\nTell you that fate had forsaken your cause?”
\nAh! were you destined to die at Culloden,
\nVictory crowned not your fall with applause:
\nStill were you happy in death’s earthy slumber,
\nYou rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;
\nThe pibroch resounds, to the piper’s loud number,
\nYour deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.<\/p>\n
Years have rolled on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
\nYears must elapse ere I tread you again:
\nNature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,
\nYet still are you dearer than Albion’s plain.
\nEngland! thy beauties are tame and domestic
\nTo one who has roved o’er the mountains afar:
\nOh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
\nThe steep frowning glories of the dark Loch na Garr.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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