And she heard a song, she heard it sung,
She kenn’d not where; but so sweetly it rung,
It fell on the ear like a dream of the morn:
“O blest be the day Kilmeny was born!”
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To sing of the sights Kilmeny saw,
So far surpassing nature’s law,
The singer’s voice would sink away,
And the string of his harp would cease to play.
But she saw till the sorrows of man were by,