(2)
LOVE AND GRIEF,
OR THE DEATH OF THE SUTHERLANDS.
FROM Caledonia's diſtant bounds,
beyond the Murray firth,
Where Scottiſh men, with warlike ſounds
joine dance, and ſong, and mirth.
There came the lord of Sutherland,
a youth tall, fair, and free;
His race was aye a gallant band,
a gallant youth was he.
He lov'd his king, his country lov'd;
a truſty blade he bore
To ſmite their foes; by fear unmov'd;
their foes him dreaded fore.
Yet gentle was he, too, and kind,
as kindeſt friend might be;
For ſtill in braveſt ſouls, we find,
dwells ſweet humanity.
A youth ſo brave, a youth ſo mild,
what lady would not love?
Where'er he came, where'er he ſmil'd,
in vain the fair ones ſtrove.
To quench the ſoft, but dangerous flame
that in their boſoms glow'd;
The kindling bluſh that went and came
the ſecret flame ſtill ſhow'd.
