WHERE, braving angry winters storms,
The lofty Ochils rise,
Far in their shade my Peggys charms
First blest my wondering eyes;
As one who by some savage stream
A lonely gem surveys,
Astonishd, doubly marks it beam
With arts most polishd blaze.
Blest be the wild, sequesterd shade,
And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggys charms I first surveyd,
When first I felt their powr!
The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.