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252 A SOLILOQUY.
Curs'd be the day when first I saw the sun, Curs'd be the hour when I this war begun; The fiends of darkness then inspir'd my mind, And powers unfriendly to the human kind ; My future years I consecrate to woe, For this great loss my soul in tears shall flow.
To wasting grief and sullen rage a prey, To Scotland's utmost verge I take my way ; With nature's storms eternal concert keep, And while her billows rage as fiercely weep ; Oh ! let the earth my rugged fate bemoan, And give at least one sympathizing groan.