 Twas a dream of those ages of darkness and blood, When the minister's home was the mountain and wood ; When in Wellwood's dark valley the standard of Zion, All bloody and torn 'mong the heather was lying.  Songs and Ballads of Clydesdale - Page 83edited by - 1882 - 247 pagesFull view - About this book
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...torn, 'mong the heather was lying. 'Twas morning, and summer's young sun, from the east, Lay in loving repose on the green mountain's breast ; On Wardlaw...Cairntable, the clear shining dew Glistened sheen 'mong the heath bells, and mountain flowers blue. And far up in heaven, near the white sunny cloud, The song... | |
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