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LOCH GAIR
1844.
The sweetest tones of nature's voice,
Thrilling the balmy air,
That ever made my heart rejoice,
Were heard by thee, Loch Gair.

As if they would a welcome give
Unto the stranger's heart,
Telling there is a charm in life,
From the gay world apart.

The cuckoo's gentle, hushing song,
Comes whispering with the breeze;
A fairy murmur all day long,
Amid the sunlit trees.

I love the shy and lonely bird,
Shunning the haunts of men;

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