LINES
SUGGESTED BY A PERUSALOF THE
LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
In yon ungentle clime whose steeps
Still frown with unrelenting snows,
Whose rugged breast the north wind sweeps,
How warm the minstrel spirit glows!
Still frown with unrelenting snows,
Whose rugged breast the north wind sweeps,
How warm the minstrel spirit glows!
Amid her whirlwinds rude and hoarse,
What sweetly-solemn strains arise!
What sweetly-solemn strains arise!
