Storms

  braving angry winter's storms
  tune—“neil gow's lament for abercairny.”
  where, braving angry winter's storms,
  the lofty ochils rise,
  far in their shade my peggy's charms
  first blest my wondering eyes;
  as one who by some savage stream
  a lonely gem surveys,
  astonish'd, doubly marks it beam
  with art's most polish'd blaze.
  blest be the wild, sequester'd shade,
  and blest the day and hour,
  where peggy's charms i first survey'd,
  when first i felt their pow'r!
  the tyrant death, with grim control,
  may seize my fleeting breath;
  but tearing peggy from my soul
  must be a stronger death.