Admiring Nature In Her Wildest Grace, These Northern Scenes With Weary Feet I Trace; O'Er Many A Winding Dale And Painful Steep, Th' Abodes Of Covey'D Grouse And Timid Sheep, My Savage Journey, Curious I Pursue, 'Till Fam'D Breadalbane Opens To My View. The Meeting Cliffs Each Deep-Sunk Glen Divides, The Woods, Wild Scatter'D, Clothe Their Ample Sides; Th' Outstretching Lake, Embosom'D 'Mong The Hills, The Eye With Wonder And Amazement Fills; The Tay, Meand'Ring Sweet In Infant Pride, The Palace, Rising On Its Verdant Side; The Lawns, Wood-Fring'D In Nature'S Native Taste; The Hillocks, Dropt In Nature'S Careless Haste; The Arches, Striding O'Er The New-Born Stream; The Village, Glittering In The Noontide Beam. * * * * * Poetic Ardours In My Bosom Swell, Lone Wand'Ring By The HermIt's Mossy Cell: The Sweeping Theatre Of Hanging Woods; Th' Incessant Roar Of Headlong Tumbling Floods. * * * * * Here Poesy Might Wake Her Heav'N-Taught Lyre, And Look Through Nature With Creative Fire; Here, To The Wrongs Of Fate Half Reconcil'D, Misfortune'S Lighten'D Steps Might Wander Wild; And Disappointment, In These Lonely Bounds, Find Balm To Soothe Her Bitter, Rankling Wounds: Here Heart-Struck Grief Might Heav'Nward Stretch Her Scan, And Injur'D Worth Forget And Pardon Man. * * * * *