A Plaintive Harvest

THE CLEARANCE SONG. From Lochourn to Glenfinnan the gray mountains ranging, Naught falls on the eye but the changed and the changing; From the hut by the lochside, the farm by the river, Macdonalds and Cameron pass—and for ever. The flocks of one stranger the long glens are roaming, Where a hundred bien homesteads smoked bonny at […]