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"How pleasant came thy rushing, silver Tweed! Upon my ear when, after roaming long In southern plains, Ive reachd thy lovely bank! How bright, renowned Sark, thy little stream, Like ray of columnd light chasing a shower, Would cross my homeward path! how sweet the sound When I, to hear the Doric tongues reply, Would ask thy well-known name."
J
James Grahame




