LACHIN Y GAIR. 66 Drawn by C. Stanfield, A.R.A. from a Sketch by the Rev. J. D. Glennie. Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses! In let the minions of luxury rove; you Restore me the rocks, where the snow-flake reposes, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love: Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains, Round their white summits though elements war; Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr. "Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd; Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr. "Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale? Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale. B |