On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit（1 / 2）

on scaring some water-fowl in loch-turit

a wild scene among the hills of oughtertyre.

“this was the production of a solitary forenoon's walk from oughtertyre house. i lived there, the guest of sir william murray, for two or three weeks, and was much flattered by my hospitable reception. what a pity that the mere emotions of gratitude are so impotent in this world. 'tis lucky that, as we are told, they will be of some avail in the world to come.” —r.b., glenriddell mss.

why, ye tenants of the lake,

for me your wat'ry haunt forsake?

tell me, fellow-creatures, why

at my presence thus you fly?

why disturb your social joys,

parent, filial, kindred ties?—

common friend to you and me,

yature's gifts to all are free:

peaceful keep your dimpling wave,

busy feed, or wanton lave;

or, beneath the sheltering rock,

bide the surging billow's shock.

conscious, blushing for our race,

soon, too soon, your fears i trace,

man, your proud, usurping foe,

would be lord of all below:

plumes himself in freedom's pride,

tyrant stern to all beside.

the eagle, from the cliffy brow,