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HUNTLEY-BURN.
HUNTLEY-BURN.
Imp of the Cauldshiel's shaded tarn,
Whence hast thou such a sparkling eye?
Such pleasant voice, thy tales to tell?
Such foot of silver dancing by?
Like merry child of sombre sire,
Thou charm'st the glen with playful wile,
Till the dark boughs that o'er thee droop
Imbibe the magic of thy smile.
A favorite sprite thou wert of him,
Who left to Abbotsford a name;
And to each zone of earth bequeathed
Some planted scion of his fame.
Thou gav'st him gentle thoughts, at twilight dim,
And now to us dost bear remembrance sweet of him.
October 1, 1840.
