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loch gair.

Of all the joys that give the heart
That bounding thrill of bliss,
From all earth-brooding cares apart,
There's none so sweet as this

To see and feel the beautiful
Around thee and above:
Oh! this is earth's first joy to me—
An atmosphere of love.

Wherever nature feeds my soul
With beauty, rich and rare,
My wandering thoughts, with fond control,
Will turn to thee, Loch Gair.

The dearest moments fate has given,
To woo my spirit's care,
Or give my soul one gleam of heaven,
Were passed by loved Loch Gair.

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