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Over the Chimney-piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth.
Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, / These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; / O'er many a winding dale and painful steep, / Th' abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep, / My savage journey, curious, I pursue, / Till fam'd Breadalbane opens to my view. - / The meeting cliffs each deep-sunk glen divides, / The woods wild scatter'd, clothe their ample sides; / Th' outstretching lake, imbosomed 'mong the hills, / The eye with wonder and amazement fills; / The Tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride, / The palace rising on his verdant side, / The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste, / The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless haste, / The arches striding o'er the new-born stream, / The village glittering in the noontide beam-