Thus hearts that bask in fortune’s smile,
Undimmed by clouds of care,
Feel not the joys their hours beguile,
Which humbler bosoms share.
INCANTATION OF HERVOR.[13]
Spirit of the royal dead!
Many a weary year is sped,
Since these stern mountains, wild and high,
Echoed thy lofty battle cry.
Silence and peace their hallowed gloom