Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
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.
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.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
