Margaret, the flower of Montrose
What tho' the bright fields are enshrouded in spendour,And enchanting the notes of Autumns sweet song
Tho' the Lake 'mid the Rocks is reposing in grandeur
And the mountain Deer bounding the wild woods among
To the heart that tormented swells in this sad bosomIn vain drops the dew from the Lily and Rose
In vain does sweet nature spread fragrance and blessings
While far from sweet Margret the flower of Montrose
Proud boreas may swell the dark frowning oceanAnd the Bark may distracted reel over the waves
The skies may be tossed(?) in dreadful commotion(?)
And the warrior be hushed on the field of the brave
Yet to this sad bosom while memory is reigningIn vain lovely nature in glory forth goes
This heart still all comfort and joy is disdaining
While far from sweet Margret the flower of Montrose.
When evenings dark shades envelope the mountains
And Phoebus in glory spreads brightness around
As lonely I stray by the streams and the fountains
In majesty murm'ring their language profound
Still this bosom distracted does conjure up near meThe Nymph that for beauty outvies the sweetest(?)
And in journeying this world this only can charm me
The love of young Margret the flower of Montrose
In the afternoon I went to Logie a place about 4 miles distant from Montrose where there is a spinning mill and bleachfield. I lectured about 2 1/4 hours in a schoolroom to about l00 of an audience. Eight names were added to the Society at the close of the lecture.
The cause is prospering in this quarter.
Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.
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