Seven excellent songs/Strathallan's lament
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STRATHALLAN’S LAMENT.
Thickest night o’erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests o’er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Still surround my lonely cave!
Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind,
Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my distracted mind.
In the cause of right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour’s war we strongly waged,
But the heavens deny’d success.
Ruin’s wheel has driven o’er us,
Not a hope that dare attend,
The wide world is all before us—
But a world without friend.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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