Sir Walter Scott

Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
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Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before any cause
for sorrow has arisen.

He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before any cause
for sorrow has arisen.