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to weave his crown of flow&039;rs;

or fd a shelt&039;rg, safe retreat,

fro prone-descendg show&039;rs

and here, by sweet, endearg stealth,

shall et the lovg pair,

despisg worlds, with all their wealth,

as epty idle care;

the flow&039;rs shall vie all their chars,

the hour of heav&039;n to grace;

and birks extend their fragrant ars

to screen the dear ebrace

here haply too, at vernal dawn,

g bard ay stray,

and eye the sokg, dewy wn,

and isty ounta grey;

or, by the reaper&039;s nightly bea,

ild-cheerg thro&039; the trees,

rave to y darkly dashg strea,

hoarse-swellg on the breeze

let lofty firs, and ashes ol,

y lowly banks o&039;erspread,

and view, deep-bendg the pool,

their shadow&039;s wat&039;ry bed:

let fragrant birks, woodbes drest,

y craggy cliffs adorn;

and, for the little ngster&039;s nest,

the close ebow&039;rg thorn

ay old stia&039;s darlg hope,

your little anl band

sprg, like their fathers, up to prop

their honour&039;d native nd!

ay, thro&039; albion&039;s farthest ken,

to cial-flog gsses,

the grace be—“athole&039;s honest n,

and athole&039;s bonie sses!