THE PILGRIM OF GLENCOE.[99]
The sunset sheds a horizontal smile
O’er Highland frith and Hebridean isle,
While, gay with gambols of its finny shoals,
The glancing wave rejoices as it rolls
With streamered busses, that distinctly shine
All downward, pictured in the glassy brine;
Whose crews, with faces brightening in the sun,
Keep measure with their oars, and all in one
Strike up th’ old Gaelic song.—Sweep, rowers, sweep!