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Has he fought with thee the Campbells, 

 Mingling glory with defeat. 



" But, as waters round Eorsa, 



Dark and deep, then blanch in foam, 

 When the winds Ben More has harboured 

 Burst in thunder from their home ; 



" So the brow fear never clouded, 

 Blackens now 'neath anger's pall, 

 And the lips, to speak disdaining, 

 Whiten at revenge's call ! " 



Part II. 



Late, when many years had passed him, 



And the chiefs old age began, 

 Seemed his youth again to blossom, 



With the birth of his fair son. 



Late, when all his days had hardened 



Into flint his nature wild, 

 Seemed it softer grown and kinder, 



For the sake of that one child. 



And again a hunting morning 



Saw Lochbuie and his men, 

 With his boy, his guests, and kinsmen, 



Hidden o'er a coppiced glen. 



Deep, within its oaken thickets, 

 Ran its waters to the sea; 



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