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LOCH LOMOND.
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And Erie, shuddering on his throne
At strong Niagara's earthquake tone,
And bold Ontario, charged to keep
The barrier'tween them and the deep,
Who oft in sounds of wrath and fear,
And dark with cloud-wreathed diadem,
Interpreteth to Ocean's ear
Their language, and his will to them;
I,—reared amid that western vale,
Where Nature works on broader scale,
Still with admiring thought and free,
Loch Lomond, love to gaze on thee,
Reluctant from thy beauties part,
And bless thee with a stranger's heart.
Saturday, September 19, 1840.
