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Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.

Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land?

Delightful praise!--like summer rose, That brighter in the dew-drop glows, The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd, For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse; Fear, for their scourge, means villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave!

But with the morning cool repentance came.

Contentious fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!

For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries! Happiest they of human race, To whom God has granted grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way: And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

And let our barks across the pathless flood Hold different courses.

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.