“Glen of Glenfarg” [“Glen of Glenfarg thy beauteous rill”]
Glen of Glenfarg.
Glen of Glenfarg, thy beauteous rill,
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Streaming through thy mountains high,
Onward pressing, onward still,
Hardly seeing the blue sky.
Mountain streams, press on your way,
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And run into the stream below:
Never stop like idle clay,—
Hear the sheep, and cattle low.
Stones that in the stream do lie,
Bear the rushing torrent still:
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—Thou shalt never, never die,
—Submit unto the Almightyʼs will.
Cows that lie upon the grass,
Rise and graze upon the hills;
Never be a heavy mass,
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Like a stone thatʼs in the rills.
Sheep that eat upon the hills,
Rise, and play, and jump about;
Drink out of the running rills,
And always on the grass be out.
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Cottages upon the plain,
Placed so near the floury mills;
—Cottager, look on Charlesʼs Wain,
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Right above the grassy hills.
The pole‐star guides thee on the way,
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When in dark nights thou art [lost];
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Therefore look up at the starry day,
Look at the stars about thee tost.