verses on the destru of the woods near drumnrig
as on the banks o' wandering nith,
ae smiling simmer morn i stray'd,
and traced its bonie howes and haughs,
where linties sang and mmies py'd,
i sat me down upon a craig,
and drank my fill o' fancy's dream,
when from the eddying deep below,
up rose the genius of the stream.
dark, like the frowning rock, his brow,
and troubled, like his wintry wave,
and deep, as sughs the boding wind
amang his caves, the sigh he gave—
“and e ye here, my son,” he cried,
“to wander in my birken shade
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