14 GAELIC AND ENGLISH POEMS.
LONGING.
How long, O Lord ! liow long,
Must I in patience wait.
Among the weary throng,
Around Thy golden gate Ì
To Kedar's lonely tents
No kindred spirits come ;
And my poor soul laments
Her distance from her home.
On bitter herbs I feed,
On Mesech's hated hills ;
The pasture green I need
By Judah's fragrant rills.
Come in Thine own time. Lord,
To set my spirit free ;
I lean upon Thy word,
And calmly wait for Thee.
LOCHABAR.
FONN : — " Tha 'ghaoth niar cho caithreaviach
O, 's àrd a tha do bheanntaichean,
'S gur boidheach fiamh do ghleanntaichean,
'S iad sgeadaichte na'n greannoiread,
'Nixair 'thig an Samhradh oinm.
Gur fraochach, feurach, blàth-mhaiseach,
Do thulaichean 'us d'aileinean,
'S 'am measg do fhlùrain aireamhear
An lili ban 's an ros.
'S a' mhadainn mhuich bu chùbhraidh leani
Am fàile 'us trom-dhriiichd orra,
Gu soilleir, braonach, cùirneineach,
Ga'n ùrachadh 's gach por.