The old year is swiftly passing,
And yet godless art thou found?
Now while thou art grey and aged,
Hast thou not the grace of heaven?
If there be aught good in sorrow,
God to thee rich gifts has given.
John MacVurich.—This writer was likely a member of the famous family who were so long hereditary bards to Clanranald. Their ancestor was the [famous Muireadhach] Albannach of the thirteenth century. I give a metrical rendering of some verses:—
O, sorry is the fate
I find mine own to-day!