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Late Lord President of the Court of Session.
Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks / Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; / Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains, / The gathering floods burst o'er the distant plains; / Beneath the blast the leafless forests groan; / The hollow caves return a hollow moan. / Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves, / Ye howling winds, and wintry swelling waves! / Unheard, unseen, by human ear or eye, / Sad to your sympathetic glooms I fly; / Where, to the whistling blast and water's roar, / Pale Scotia's recent wound I may deplore.