Reason sublimed and Love most high
It was, a life that cannot die,
A dream of glory most exceeding.
1844
Ὁ Θεὸς μετὰ σοῦ![3]
Farewell, my Highland lassie! when the year returns around,
Be it Greece, or be it Norway, where my vagrant feet are found,
I shall call to mind the place, I shall call to mind the day,
The day that’s gone for ever, and the glen that’s far away;