Sonnet, on Inverary
Sweet Inverary! soul-inspiring spot!
—Shadow of what old Paradise has been—
Which streams divide in many a blessed lot
Where lime trees clothe the mountains, waving green,
And Donaquaich's high-towering head is seen,
Resting the weary clouds, and also where
The sea rolls past, making a fairy scene
Of Argyll's gorgeous castle, structure rare!
Such sights as these, can aught with them compare,
To charm the soul and school the heart to love?
Where nature, glorious all, is seen to wear
The favour of that God who reigns above.
Thou, loveliest Village, look'st an endless smile,
And blooming maidens tread thy happy, sacred isle!
—Shadow of what old Paradise has been—
Which streams divide in many a blessed lot
Where lime trees clothe the mountains, waving green,
And Donaquaich's high-towering head is seen,
Resting the weary clouds, and also where
The sea rolls past, making a fairy scene
Of Argyll's gorgeous castle, structure rare!
Such sights as these, can aught with them compare,
To charm the soul and school the heart to love?
Where nature, glorious all, is seen to wear
The favour of that God who reigns above.
Thou, loveliest Village, look'st an endless smile,
And blooming maidens tread thy happy, sacred isle!
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