In these favage, liquid plains,
Only known to wand'ring fwains,
Where the moffy riv'let ftrays,
Far from human haunts and ways;
All on Nature you depend,

And life's poor feafon peaceful spend.

Or, if man's fuperior might Dare invade your native right, On the lofty ether borne,

Man with all his pow'rs you fcorn;

Swiftly feek, on clanging wings,
Other lakes and other springs;
And the foe you cannot brave,
Scorn at least to be his flave.

Written

Written with a PENCIL over the CHIMNEYPIECE, in the PARLOUR of the INN at KENMORE, TAYMOUTH.

ADMIRING Nature in her wildeft grace, These northern fcenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and painful steep, Th' abodes of covey'd groufe and timid fheep, My favage journey, curious, I purfue,

Till fam'd Breadalbane opens to my view.The meeting cliffs each deep-funk glen divides,

The woods, wild-scatter'd, clothe their ample

fides,

Th'

Th' outstretching lake, imbofomed 'mong the

hills,

The eye with wonder and amazement fills;
The Tay meand'ring fweet in infant pride,
The palace rifing on his verdant fide;

The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste;

The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless hafte; The arches ftriding o'er the new-born ftream; The village glittering in the noontide beam

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Poetic ardors in my bofom fwell,

Lone wand'ring by the hermit's moffy cell:
The sweeping theatre of hanging woods;

Th' inceffant roar of headlong tumbling floods

Here Poefy might wake her heav'n-taught lyre,

And look through Nature with creative fire;

Here,

Here, to the wrongs of Fate half reconcil'd, Misfortune's lighten'd steps might wander

wild;

And Difappointment, in these lonely bounds, Find balm to footh her bitter rankling wounds: Here heart-ftruck Grief, might heav'nward ftretch her fcan,

And injur'd Worth forget and pardon man.

* * * * *

Written

Written with a PENCIL, ftanding by the FALL

of FYERS, near LOCH-NESS.

AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods

The roaring Fyers pours his moffy floods ;
Till full he dafhes on the rocky mounds,

Where, thro' a fhapeless breach, his stream refounds.

As high in air the bursting torrents flow,

As deep recoiling furges foam below,

Prone down the rock the whitening fheet de

fcends,

And viewlefs Echo's ear, aftonished, rends.

VOL. II.

Dim-feen,