The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

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The Highland Monthly.
I think it was a strain of love
The angel powers did send,
To brighten the mood of my solitude,
Like the accent of a friend.
It mingled with the words of home
With home's simplicity
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And thrilled its part in the feeling heart.
That laughed and wept in me.
It mingled in the evening hymn,
And lulled me into sleep,
With the breeze's sigh thro' the greenwood nigh.
And the bleating of the sheep.
So, sometimes in a dreaming hour.
Though long we bade adieu,
The Muirland Burn, with ma.ny's a turn.
Comes purling on my view.
T. S.