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That the loud acclaim may break O'er the land, o'er the land! While it waves unto the tempest, It shall call thy name to mind, And the "Gathering" 'mong the hills shall be Like the rushing of the wind! Arise! ye Gaels, arise! Let the echoes ring your cries, By our mountain's rocky throne, By Victoria's name adored-- We shall reap her enemies down With the sword, with the sword! Oh, dear among the mountains Shall thy kindly blessing be; Though rough may be our mien we bear A loyal heart to thee! 'Neath its widely spreading shade Shall the gentle Highland maid Teach the youths, who stand around, Like brave slips from Freedom's tree, That thrice sacred is the ground Unto thee, unto thee! In the bosom of the Highlands Thou hast left a glorious pledge, To the honour of our native land, In every coming age: By thy royal voice that spoke On the soil where springs the oak-- By the freedom of the land That can never bear a slave-- The Breadalbane Oak shall stand With the brave, with the brave! EVENING. Oh, how I love the evening hour, Its calm and tranquil sky, When the parting sun from a sea of gold Is passing silently; And the western clouds--bright robes of heaven-- Rest gently on the breast of even! How calm, how gorgeous, and how pure, How peaceful and serene! There is a promise and a hope Enthroned o'er all the scene; While, blushing, with resplendent pride, The bright sun lingers on the tide. The zephyrs on the waveless sea Are wrapt in silent sleep, And there is not a breath to wake The slumbers of the deep-- Peace sits on her imperial throne, And sounds of sadness there are none! Methinks I hear in distance harps By heavenly seraphs strung, And in the concave of the sky The holy vespers sung! Oh, thou great Source of light and power, We bless thee for the evening hour! MARY. If there 's a word that whispers love In gentlest tones to hearts of woe, If there 's a name more prized above, And loved with deeper love below, 'Tis Mary. If there 's a healing sound beneath To soothe the heart in sorrow's hour, If there 's a name that angels
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