Glenfinishk

Glenfinishk ! where thy waters mix with Araglen's wild tide,
'Tis sweet at hush of evening to wander by thy side;
'Tis sweet to hear the night winds sigh along Macrona's wood,
And mingle their wild music with the murmur of thy flood !

'Tis sweet, when in the deep-blue vault the morn is shining bright,
To watch where thy clear waters are breaking into light ;
To mark the starry sparks that o'er thy smoother surface gleam,
As if some fairy hand were flinging diamonds on thy stream !

O if departed spirits e'er to this dark world return,
'Tis in some lonely, lovely spot like this they would sojourn ;
Whate'er their mystic rites may be, no human eye is here,
Save mine, to mark their mystery — no human voice is near.

At such an hour, in such a scene, I could forget my birth —
I could forget I e'er had been, or am, a thing of earth ;
Shake off the fleshly bonds that hold my soul in thrall,
and be,
Even like themselves, a spirit, as boundless and as free !

Ye shadowy race ! if we believe the tales of legends old,
Ye sometimes hold high converse with those of mortal mould :
O come, whilst now my soul is free, and bear me in your train,
Ne'er to return to misery and this dark world again !