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If to Tradition faith be due	A
And echoes from old verse speak true	A
Ere the meek Saint Columba bore	B
Glad tidings to Iona's shore	B
No common light of nature blessed	C
The mountain region of the west	C
A land where gentle manners ruled	D
O'er men in dauntless virtues schooled	D
That raised for centuries a bar	E
Impervious to the tide of war	B
Yet peaceful Arts did entrance gain	F
Where haughty Force had striven in vain	F
And 'mid the works of skilful hands	G
By wanderers brought from foreign lands	G
And various climes was not unknown	H
The clasp that fixed the Roman Gown	I
The Fibula whose shape I ween	I
Still in the Highland Broach is seen	I
Worn at the breast of some grave Dame	J
On road or path or at the door	B
Of fern thatched Hut on heathy moor	K
But delicate of yore its mould	L
And the material finest gold	L
As might beseem the fairest Fair	M
Whether she graced a royal chair	M
Or shed within a vaulted Hall	N
No fancied lustre on the wall	N
Where shields of mighty Heroes hung	O
While Fingal heard what Ossian sung	O
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The heroic Age expired it slept	P
Deep in its tomb the bramble crept	P
O'er Fingal's hearth the grassy sod	Q
Grew on the floors his Sons had trod	Q
Malvina where art thou Their state	R
The noblest born must abdicate	R
The fairest while with fire and sword	S
Come Spoilers horde impelling horde	S
Must walk the sorrowing mountains drest	S
By ruder hands in homelier vest	S
Yet still the female bosom lent	S
And loved to borrow ornament	S
Still was its inner world a place	T
Reached by the dews of heavenly grace	T
Still pity to this last retreat	S
Clove fondly to his favourite seat	S
Love wound his way by soft approach	U
Beneath a massier Highland Broach	U
	-
When alternations came of rage	V
Yet fiercer in a darker age	V
And feuds where clan encountering clan	I
The weaker perished to a man	I
For maid and mother when despair	M
Might else have triumphed baffling prayer	M
One small	N
possession	I
lacked not power	W
Provided in a calmer hour	W
To meet such need as might befall	N
Roof raiment bread or burial	X
For woman even of tears bereft	S
The hidden silver Broach was left	S
	-
As generations come and go	Y
Their arts their customs ebb and flow	Y
Fate fortune sweep strong powers away	Z
And feeble of themselves decay	Z
What poor abodes their heir loom hide	S
In which the castle once took pride	S
Tokens once kept as boasted wealth	A2
If saved at all are saved by stealth	A2
Lo ships from seas by nature barred	S
Mount along ways by man prepared	S
And in far stretching vales whose streams	B2
Seek other seas their canvas gleams	B2
Lo busy towns spring up on coasts	C2
Thronged yesterday by airy ghosts	C2
Soon like a lingering star forlorn	I
Among the novelties of morn	I
While young delights on old encroach	U
Will vanish the last Highland Broach	U
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But when from out their viewless bed	S
Like vapours years have rolled and spread	S
And this poor verse and worthier lays	D2
Shall yield no light of love or praise	D2
Then by the spade or cleaving plough	E2
Or torrent from the mountain's brow	E2
Or whirlwind reckless what his might	S
Entombs or forces into light	S
Blind Chance a volunteer ally	F2
That oft befriends Antiquity	S
And clears Oblivion from reproach	U
May render back the Highland Broach	U

William Wordsworth

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