re Highlander's comment posted in 2012

THE SCATTERED CHILDREN OF KINTAIL

There are many,many weary hearts , and feet are bleeding sore,
But still our steps are further turned from Duich's lonley shore.
On a thousand plains our clansmen roam In exile's bitter pain,
And eyes are dim with longing tears to see Kintail again.

OH! often in our dreams we see
The day fade in the west,
And watch the glory lights of eve
Flash o'er Loch Duich's breast.
In a distant land we hear once more
The heron's wistful cry,
And live again a fleeting space
In days for ever by.

But a silence dwells upon our land and broods in every glen,
And never shall we gather round the ceilidh fires again.
The red deer sleeps in sheltered nooks,where homes were wont to be, And those who loved and laboured there are exiled o'er the sea.

Though our restless feet have wandered far, and severed wide we be, The children of a common stock, A clan till death are we,
Yet the hills we loved shall ne'er resound
Our slogans thrilling peal,
Nor catch the tumult of our march
Come throbbing down the Glen Shiel.

(Kenneth A Macrae.)

posted by Daniel MacRae of Glasgow at http://www.legacy.com/guestbooks/adn/catherine-fairfax-macrae-condolences/109332?page=2

see also www.macrae.org/internet%20newsletter/sg3-1.pdf