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Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew:
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,
When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had.never been;
A land of love, and a land of light,
Withouten sun, or moon, or night;
Where the river swa'd a living stream,
And the light a pure celestial beam:
The land of vision it would seem,
A still, an everlasting dream.

In yon green-wood there is a waik,
And in that waik there is a wene, . ,

And m that wene there is a maike, That neither has flesh, blood, nor bane;

And down in yon green-wood he walks his lane.

In that green wene Kilmeny lay,
Her bosom happed wi' the flowerets gay;
But the air was soft and the silence deep,
And bonny Kilmeny fell sound asleep,
She kend nae mair, nor opened her ee,
'Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye.

She 'wakened on a couch of the silk sae dim,
All striped wi' the bars of the rainbow's rim; ifo

And lovely beings round were rife,
Who erst had travelled mortal life;
And aye they smiled, and 'gan to speer,
'What spirit has brought this mortal here?'

'Lang have I journeyed the world wide,'
A meek and reverend fere replied;
'Baith night and day I have watched the fair,
Eident a thousand years and mair.
Yes, I have watched o'er ilk degree,
Wherever blooms femenitye;
But sinless virgin, free of stain
In mind and body, fand I nane.
Never, since the banquet of time,
Found I a virgin in her prime,
Till late this bonny maiden I saw
As spotless as the morning snaw:
Full twenty years she has lived as free
As the spirits that sojourn this countrye:
I have brought her away frae the snares of men,
That sin or death she never may ken.'

They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair,
They kissed her cheek, and they kerned her hair,
And round came many a blooming fere,
Saying, ' Bonny Kilmeny, ye're welcome here I
Women are freed of the littand scorn:
O, blessed be the day Kilmeny was born!
Now shall the land of the spirits see,
Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
Many a lang year in sorrow and pain,
Many a lang year through the world we've gane,
Commissioned to watch fair womankind,
For it's they who nurice the immortal mind.

* We have watched their steps as the dawning shone,

And deep in the green-wood walks alone;

By lily bower and silken bed,

The viewless tears have o'er them shed;

Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep,

Or left the couch of love to weep.

We have seen I we have seen 1 but the time must come,

And the angels will weep at the day of doom!

'O, would the fairest of mortal kind
Aye keep the holy truths in mind,
That kindred spirits their motions see,
Who watch their ways with anxious ee,
And grieve for the guilt of humanitye!

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O, sweet to heaven the maiden's prayer,
And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair!
And dear to heaven the words of truth,
And the praise of virtue frae beauty's mouth I
And dear to the viewless forms of air,
The minds that kyth as the body fair I

'O, bonny Kilmeny! free frae stain,

If ever you seek the world again,

That world of sin, of sorrow and fear,

O, tell of the joys that are waiting here ,

And tell of the signs you shall shortly see;

Of the times that are now, and the times that shall be.'

i They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,

And she walked in the light of a sunless day:

The sky was a dome of crystal bright,

The fountain of vision, and fountain of light:

The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,

And the flowers of everlasting blow.

Then deep in the stream her body they laid,

That her youth and beauty never might fade;

And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie

In the stream of life that wandered bye.

And she heard a song, she heard it sung,

She kend not where; but sae sweetly it rang,

It fell on her ear like a dream of the morn:
'O! blessed be the day Kilmeny was born!
Now shall the land of the spirits see,
Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
The sun that shines on the world sae bright,
A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light;
And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun,
Like a gouden bow, or a beamless sun,
Shall wear away, and be seen nae mair,
And the angels shall miss them travelling the air.
Bat lang, lang after baith night and day,
When the sun and the world have died away;
When the sinner has gane to his waesome doom,
Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom !'—

They bore her away, she wist not how,
For she felt not arm nor rest below;
But so swift they wained her through the light,
'Twas like the motion of sound or sight;
They seemed to split the gales of air,
And yet nor gale nor breeze was there.
Unnumbered groves below them grew,
They came, they past, and backward flew,
Like floods of blossoms gliding on,
In moment seen, in moment gone.

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