John Galt (1779-1839)
John Galt (1779-1839)
From the lone shieling of the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas -
Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides
Fair those broad meads, these hoary woods are grand;
But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
John Galt (1779-1839)