In the heart of the glen, beneath the boughs, Where the crystal streams pour forth their vows, I sit in dream, ‘neath the bending trees, While the soft night sings in the evening breeze.
- George Edmund Street
In the heart of the glen, beneath the boughs, Where the crystal streams pour forth their vows, I sit in dream, ‘neath the bending trees, While the soft night sings in the evening breeze.