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LXXXV1II. 

 In these disturbing memories, Herevisiteth 



St. Mary's 



This chequer'd page of sympathies, Loch, 



St. Mary's has its holding ; 

 Beloved lake ! whose fair expanse 

 Before me heaves, in daily trance, 



With all the hills enfolding ; 



LXXXIX. 



And resting on their heights the skies 

 That watch thee with unwearied eyes, 



And lull with soft caresses ; 

 All that adorn'd and made thee dear 

 That fill'd the fisher's heart with cheer, 



Into the vision presses. 



xc. 

 An angler's blessing with thee dwell, ^d passeth 



into the old 



My hostess, hale and ven'rable, howff 



God keep thee long in fettle ! 

 Tibbie ! old friend, whose beaming face 

 Withdrawn, would leave an empty place 



A shadow on the settle. 



xci. 



Nigh forty summers have roll'd by, 

 Since, on an evening in July, 



By Yarrow's bard directed, 

 I first beneath thy homely thatch 

 Found harbour and an open latch 



A welcome unaffected. 



