The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume 6
“ Sorrow is the source of song And of gentle fancies. THE LAND FOR ME. I 've been upon the moonlit deep When the wind had died away, And like an Ocean-god asleep The bark majestic lay; [Pg 71] But lovelier is the varied scene, The hill, the lake, the tree, When bathed in light of Midnight's Queen; The land! the land! for me. The glancing waves I 've glided o'er When gently blew the breeze; But sweeter was the distant shore, The zephyr 'mong the trees. The murmur of the mountain rill, The blossoms waving free, The song of birds on every hill; The land! the land! for me. ”
