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WHEN I roved a young Highlander o'er the dark heath, / And climb'd thy steep summit, oh Morven of snow! / To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath, / Or the mist of the tempest that gather'd below, / Untutor'd by science, a stranger to fear, / And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew, / No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear / Need I say, my sweet Mary, 'twas centred in you?
Yet it could not be love, for I knew not the name,- / What passion can dwell in the heart of a child? / But still I perceive an emotion the same / As I felt, when a boy, on the crag cover'd wild: / One image alone on my bosom impress'd, / I loved my bleak regions, nor panted for new; / And few were my wants, for my wishes were bless'd; / And pure were my thoughts, for my soul was with you.