The HIGHLANDS of SCOTLAND: 7 1 



Far from his flocks and fmoking hamlet then ! 



To that fad fpot " his wayward fate {hall lead * :" 

 On him enrag'd, the fiend, in angry mood, 



Shall never look with pity's kind concern, 

 But inftant, furious, raife the whelming flood 



O'er its drown'd bank, forbidding all return. 

 Or, if he meditate his wifh'd efcape 



To fome dim hill that feems uprifing near, 

 To his faint eye the grim and grifly fhape, 



In all its terrors clad, fhall wild appear. 

 Meantime, the wat'ry furge fhall round him rife, 



Pour'd fudden forth from ev'ry fwelling fource. 

 What now remains but tears and hopelefs fighs ? 



His fear-fhook limbs have loft their youthly force, 

 And down the waves he floats, a pale and breathlefs corfe. 



VIII. 



FOR him, in vain, his anxious wife mall wait, 



Or wander forth to meet him on his way j 

 For him, in vain, at to-fall of the day, 



His babes fhall linger at th' unclofing "f gate. 

 Ah, ne'er fhall he return ! Alone, if night 



Her travell'd limbs in broken flumbers fteep, 

 With dropping willows dreft, his mournful fprite 



Shall vifit fad, perchance, her filent fleep : 

 Then he, perhaps, with moift and wat'ry hand, 



Shall fondly feem to prefs her fhudd'ring cheek J, 

 And with his blue fwoln face before her fland, 



And, fhiv'ring cold, thefe piteous accents fpeak : 

 Purfue || , dear wife, thy daily toils purfue 



At dawn or dufk, induftrious as before ; 



Nor 



* A blank in the manufcript. The line filled up by Dr CARLTLE. 

 f- Firft written, cottage. 



J Firft written, Shall feem to prefs her cold and Jhudd' ring cheek. 

 | Firft written, proceed. 



