VII. COMPOSED IN THE GLEN OF LOCH ETIVE. THIS Land of Rainbows, spanning glens whose walls, Rock-built, are hung with rainbow-coloured mists, Of far-stretched Meres, whose salt flood never rests, Of tuneful caves and playful waterfalls, Of mountains varying momently their crestsProud be this Land! whose poorest Huts are Halls Where Fancy entertains becoming guests; While native song the heroic Past recalls. Thus, in the net of her own wishes caught, The Muse exclaimed; but Story now must hide Her trophies, Fancy crouch; the course of pride Has been diverted, other lessons taught, That make the Patriot-spirit bow her head Where the all-conquering Roman feared to tread. VIII. EAGLES. COMPOSED AT DUNOLLIE CASTLE IN THE BAY OF OBAN. DISHONOURED Rock and Ruin! that, by law Light from the fountain of the setting sun. Such was this Prisoner once; and, when his plumes The sea-blast ruffles as the storm comes on, In spirit, for a moment, he resumes His rank 'mong freeborn creatures that live free, His power, his beauty, and his majesty. IX. IN THE SOUND OF MULL. TRADITION, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw tongue On rock and ruin darkening as we go, Spots where a word, ghost-like, survives to show Could gentleness be scorned by these fierce Men, Yon towering Peaks, "Shepherds of Etive Glen ?"* *In Gaelic, Buachaill Eite. X. AT TYNDRUM. ENOUGH of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, Teach what they learn? Up, hardy Mountaineer! On cloud-sequestered heights, that see and hear On earth, who works in the heaven of heavens, alone. XI. THE EARL OF BREADALBANE'S RUINED MANSION, AND FAMILY BURIAL-PLACE, NEAR KILLIN. WELL sang the Bard who called the Grave, in strains Thoughtful and sad, the "Narrow House." No style Of fond sepulchral flattery can beguile Grief of her sting; nor cheat, where he detains |