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| SEE the glow-worm lits her fairy lamp | |
| From a beam of the rising moon, | |
| On the heathy shore at evening fall, | |
| ’Twixt Holy-Loch and dark Dunoon; | |
| Her fairy lamp’s pale silvery glare, | 5 |
| From the dew-clad moorland flower, | |
| Invites my wandering footsteps there, | |
| At the lonely twilight hour. | |
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| When the distant beacon’s revolving light | |
| Bids my lone steps seek the shore, | 10 |
| There the rush of the flow-tide’s rippling wave | |
| Meets the dash of the fisher’s oar; | |
| And the dim-seen steamboat’s hollow sound, | |
| As she seaward tracks her way; | |
| All else are asleep in the still calm night, | 15 |
| And robed in the misty gray. | |
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| When the glow-worm lits her elfin lamp, | |
| And the night breeze sweeps the hill, | |
| It ’s sweet, on thy rock-bound shores, Dunoon, | |
| To wander at fancy’s will. | 20 |
| Eliza! with thee, in this solitude, | |
| Life’s cares would pass away, | |
| Like the fleecy clouds over gray Kilmun, | |
| At the wake of early day. | |
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