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that of its grace
Hath led me to this lonely place.
Joy have I had; and going hence
I bear away my recompence. 65
In spots like these it is we prize
Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes:
Then, why should I be loth to stir?
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new pleasure like the past, 70
Continued long as life shall last.
Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart,
Sweet Highland Girl! from thee to part;
For I, methinks, till I grow old,
As fair before me shall behold, 75
As I do now, the cabin small,
The lake, the bay, the waterfall;
And Thee, the Spirit of them all!


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VARIANTS ON THE TEXT

[Variant 1:

1837.

. . . this . . . 1807. ]


[Variant 2:

1827.
In truth together ye do seem 1807.

In truth, unfolding thus, ye seem 1837.

The text of 1845 returns to that of 1827. ]


[Variant 3: The two preceding lines were added in 1845. ]


[Variant 4:

1845.

Yet, dream and vision . . . 1807.

. . . or vision . . . 1837.