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the voice of woe and wild despair!

awake, reund thy test y,

then sleep silence everair!

and thou, y st, best, only, friend,

that fillest an untily tob,

aept this tribute fro the bard

thou brought fro fortune&039;s irkest gloo

“ poverty&039;s low barren vale,

thick ists obscure volv&039;d round;

though oft i turn&039;d the wistful eye,

nae ray of fa was to be found:

thou found&039;st , like the orng sun

that lts the fogs lipid air,

the friendless bard and rtic ng

beca alike thy fosterg care

“o! why has worth short a date,

while vils ripen grey with ti?

t thou, the noble, n&039;ro, great,

fall bold anhood&039;s hardy pri

why did i live to see that day—

a day to full of woe?

o! had i t the ortal shaft

that id y benefactor low!

“the bridegroo ay fet the bride

was ade his wedded wife yestreen;

the onarch ay fet the crown

that on his head an hour has been;

the other ay fet the child

that siles sae sweetly on her knee;

but i&039;ll reber thee, glencairn,

and a&039; that thou hast done for !”