O’er the mind’s sea, in calm and storm,
O’er the heart’s sunshine and its showers,
O’er Passion’s moments bright and warm,
O’er Reason’s dark, cold hours;
On fields where brave men “die or do,”
In halls where rings the banquet’s mirth,
Where mourners weep, where lovers woo,
From throne to cottage-hearth?
What sweet tears dim the eye unshed,
What wild vows falter on the tongue,
When “Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,”
Or “Auld Lang Syne” is sung!
Pure hopes, that lift the soul above,
Come with his Cotter’s hymn of praise,
And dreams of youth, and truth, and love,
With “Logan’s” banks and braes.
And when he breathes his master-lay
Of Alloway’s witch-haunted wall,
All passions in our frames of clay
Come thronging at his call.
Imagination’s world of air,
And our own world, its gloom and glee,
Wit, pathos, poetry, are there,
And death’s sublimity.
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