The downright epicure placed heaven in sense, While others, slipt into a wide excess, The weaker sort, slight, trivial wares enslave, And poor, despised truth sat counting by Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing, "O fools," said I, "thus to prefer dark night To live in grots and caves, and hate the day Once Switzerland was free! O, with what pride And while gust followed gust more furiously, Has checked that wish; and I have raised my head, JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES. THE sword is but a hideous flash in the darkness-right is an eternal ray. MY HEART 'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. Y heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe- II. Farewell to the mountains high covered with Farewell to the straths and green valleys below: My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the deer; |