ment for james, earl of glen
the wind blew hollow frae the hills,
by fits the sun's departing beam
look'd on the fading yellow woods,
that wav'd o'er lugar's winding stream:
beh a craigy steep, a bard,
den with years and meikle pain,
in loud ment bewail'd his lord,
whom death had all ua'en.
he lean'd him to an a aik,
whose trunk was mould&# down with years;
his locks were bleached white with time,
his hoary cheek i' tears!
and as he touch'd his trembling harp,
and as he tun'd his doleful sang,
the winds, menting thro' their caves,
to echo bore the notes ang.
“ye scatter'd birds that faintly sing,
the reliques o' the vernal queir!
ye woods that shed on a' the winds
the honours of the aged year!
a few short months, and gd and gay,
again ye'll charm the ear and e'e;
but nocht in all-revolving time
gdness bring again to me.
“i am a bending aged tree,
that long has stood the wind and rain;
but now has e a cruel bst,
and my st hald of earth is gane;
nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring,
nae simmer su my bloom;
but i maun lie before the storm,
and ithers pnt them in my room.
“i've seen sae mony gefu' years,
oh i am a stranger grown:
i wander in the ways of men,
alike unknowing, and unknown:
unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
i bear ane my de o' care,
for silent, low, on beds of dust,
lie a'
hat would my sorrows share.
“and st, (the sum of a' my griefs!)
my noble master lies in cy;
the flow'r amang our barons bold,
his try's pride, his try's stay:
in weary being now i pine,
for a' the life of life is dead,
and hope has left may aged ken,
on forward wing for ever fled.
“awake thy st sad voice, my harp!
the voice of woe and wild despair!
awake, resound thy test y,
then sleep in silence evermair!
and thou, my st, best, only, friend,
that fillest an uomb,
accept this tribute from the bard
thht from fortune's mirkest gloom.
“in poverty's low barren vale,
thick mists obscure involv'd me round;
though oft i turn'd the wistful eye,
nae ray of fame was to be found:
thou found'st me, like the m sun
that melts the fogs in limpid air,
the friendless bard and rustig
became alike thy f care.
“o! why has worth so short a date,
while vilins ripen grey with time?
must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great,
fall in bold manhood's hardy prim
why did i live to see that day—
a day to me so full of woe?
o! had i met the mortal shaft
that id my beor low!
“the bridegroom may fet the bride
was made his wedded wife yestreen;
the monarch may fet the
that on his head an hour has been;
the mother may fet the child
that smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
but i'll remember thee, glen,
and a' that thou hast done for me!”