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This plot of Orchard-ground is ours ;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers ;
Stop here whenever you are weary,
And rest as in a sanctuary !
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song ;
And summer days, when we were young,
Sweet childish days, that were as long

As twenty days are now !

It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown,
And is descending on his embassy ;
Nor Traveller gone from Earth the Heavens to espy!
'Tis Hesperus—there he stands with glittering crown,
First admonition that the sun is down!
For yet it is broad day-light: clouds pass by;
A few are near him still —and now the sky,
He hath it to himself—’tis all his own.
O most ambitious Star! an inquest wrought
Within me when I recognised thy light;
A moment I was startled at the sight:
And, while I gazed, there came to me a thought
That I might step beyond my natural race
As thou seem'st now to do; might one day trace
Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength above,
My Soul, an Apparition in the place,
Tread there, with steps that no one shall reprove !

THE

BLIND HIGHLAND BOY;

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OTHER POEMS.

THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY.

(A Tale told by the Fire-side.)

Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
We've romp'd enough, my little Boy!
Jane hangs her head upon my breast,
And you shall bring your Stool and rest,

This corner is your own.

. There! take your seat, and let me see

That you can listen quietly;
And as I promised I will tell
That strange adventure which befel

A poor blind Highland Boy.

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