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The squirrel leaps from tree to tree,
In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers,
The shepherd's horn at break of day,
TO THE BUTTERFLY.
CHILD of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight,
BLUE was the loch, the clouds were gone, Ben-Lomond in his glory shone,
When, Luss, I left thee; when the breeze Bore me from thy silver sands,
Thy kirk-yard wall among the trees,
Tarbat, thy shore I climbed at last;
And, thy shady region passed,
And looked upon another flood; +
* Signifying in the Gaelic language an Isthmus.
Night fell; and dark and darker grew
As o'er the glimmering waves we flew ;
The shattered fortress, whence the Dane
All into midnight-shadow sweep—
When day springs upward from the deep!*
The prow wakes splendour; and the oar,
Glad sign, and sure! for now we hail
Oh blest retreat, and sacred too!
And crosses decked thy summits blue.
* A phenomenon described by many navigators.