The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, The shepherd's horn at break of day, DD TO THE BUTTERFLY. CHILD of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, BLUE was the loch, the clouds were gone, Ben-Lomond in his glory shone, When, Luss, I left thee; when the breeze Bore me from thy silver sands, Thy kirk-yard wall among the trees, Tarbat, thy shore I climbed at last; And, thy shady region passed, And looked upon another flood; + * Signifying in the Gaelic language an Isthmus. Night fell; and dark and darker grew As o'er the glimmering waves we flew ; The shattered fortress, whence the Dane All into midnight-shadow sweep— When day springs upward from the deep!* The prow wakes splendour; and the oar, Glad sign, and sure! for now we hail Oh blest retreat, and sacred too! And crosses decked thy summits blue. * A phenomenon described by many navigators. |