. Poems . nd huge above the tide;The cliffs and promontories there,Front to front, and broad and bare;Each beyond each, with giant-feetAdvancing as in haste to meet;The shattered fortress, whence the DaneBlew his shrill blast, nor rushed in vain,Tyrant of the drear domain;All into midnight-shadow sweep—When day springs upward from the deep ! *Kindling the waters in its prow wakes splendour; and the oar,That rose and fell unseen in a sea of light!Glad sign, and sure! for now we hailThy flowers, Glenfinnart, in the gale;And bright indeed the path should be,That leads to

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. Poems . nd huge above the tide;The cliffs and promontories there,Front to front, and broad and bare;Each beyond each, with giant-feetAdvancing as in haste to meet;The shattered fortress, whence the DaneBlew his shrill blast, nor rushed in vain,Tyrant of the drear domain;All into midnight-shadow sweep—When day springs upward from the deep ! *Kindling the waters in its prow wakes splendour; and the oar,That rose and fell unseen in a sea of light!Glad sign, and sure! for now we hailThy flowers, Glenfinnart, in the gale;And bright indeed the path should be,That leads to Friendship and to Thee! Oh blest retreat, and sacred too!Sacred as when the bell of prayerTolled duly on the desert crosses decked thy summits blue. * A pluiioiiKiioii (lesnil(t(l liy niHiiy 206 Oft, like some loved romantic tale,Oft shall my weary mind recall,Amid the hum and stir of beechen grove and ferry with its gliding sail,And Her—the Lady of the Glen!.

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