. Poems and songs . ON SCARING SOME WATER-FOWL IN LOCH-TURIT, A WILD SCENE AMONG THE HILLS OF OUGHTERTYRE. Why, ye tenants of the lake,For me your watry haunt forsake- (Tell me, fellow-creatures, whyAt my presence thus you fly ! 54 ON SCARING SOME WATER-FOWL. Why disturb your social joys,Parent, filial, kindred ties ?—Common friend to you and me,Natures gifts to all are free :Peaceful keep your dimpling wave,Busy feed, or wanton lave ;Or, beneath the sheltering rock,Bide the surging billows bhock. Conscious, blushing for our race,Soon, too soon, your fears I , your proud usurping foe,

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. Poems and songs . ON SCARING SOME WATER-FOWL IN LOCH-TURIT, A WILD SCENE AMONG THE HILLS OF OUGHTERTYRE. Why, ye tenants of the lake,For me your watry haunt forsake- (Tell me, fellow-creatures, whyAt my presence thus you fly ! 54 ON SCARING SOME WATER-FOWL. Why disturb your social joys,Parent, filial, kindred ties ?—Common friend to you and me,Natures gifts to all are free :Peaceful keep your dimpling wave,Busy feed, or wanton lave ;Or, beneath the sheltering rock,Bide the surging billows bhock. Conscious, blushing for our race,Soon, too soon, your fears I , your proud usurping foe,Would be lord of all below :Plumes himself in Freedoms pride,Tyrant stern to all beside. The eagle, from the cliffy brow,Marking you his prey below,In his breast no pity dwells,Strong necessity compels;But Man, to whom alone is givnA ray direct from pitying Heavn,Glories in his heart humane—And creatures for his pleasure slain ! In these savage liquid plains,Only known to wandring the mossy rivlet s

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