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ROB ROY'S REPLY TO FRANCIS OSBAL-DISTONE by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON

First Line: THE HEATHER I TROD WHILE BREATHING ON EARTH
Last Line: IF THE TOPS OF MY HILLS TO MY DIM EYE WERE LOST.
The heather I trod while breathing on earth,
Must bloom o'er my grave in the land of my birth;
My warm heart would shrink like the fern in the frost,
If the tops of my hills to my dim eye were lost.



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