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I asked
you what is great and nice
And
beautiful and serene.
You took
me to the lavish dinners
Of which
one can only dream.
You took
me down the lighted roads
Enlaid
with golden stones.
You
showed me images of men
With more
wealth than I'd ever own.
You
showed me golden statues tall
Of gods
and legends old.
You
showed to me the places where
Their
stories are often told.
You took
me to the dwelling place of
Singers
with voices strong,
And to
the grand musicians, Oh,
But
dearest friend, you are wrong!
Greatness
was not found within
The
dinners in the halls.
Pleasance
was not found in wealth
Nor
golden streets at all.
Beauty
was not found in myths
And
legendary men.
Peace was
never found in their voices.
And never
will again.
So I left
your side to start anew,
To see
what I could find.
I
discovered on my own such beauty
For which
I pined.
I walked
through forests great and tall.
I swam
through rivers wide.
I ran
through flowered valleys.
I crawled
up the mountainside.
I climbed
through strong oak branches.
I reached
and touched the sky.
I
breathed in the ghostly ocean mist.
I watched
the eagles fly.
I sailed
through seas of barley,
I skipped
o'er pastures green.
And
nothing can compare to the beauty
Of the
things I myself have seen.
I found
gold in the harvest,
I found
silver in the moon,
I found
emeralds in the ocean,
And
diamonds in the dunes.
Throw
down your solemn statues, oh City!
And rest
your wealth of gold!
Shut up
your loud obnoxious ways!
It is too
much to behold!
Hang up
your jewel-encrusted coats!
Abandon
your silver halls!
Burn down
your signs of welcome and
Remove
them from your walls!
Retrieve
your lighted tendrils
From the
lovely countryside!
And your
pompous extravagance,
Be it far
from our sight!
People of
the City,
Walk away
from what you know!
Step out
into the darkness and
Come up
from below!
Have no
dealings with what the devils work!
View
beauty's purest form!
Spread
your rusty wings and fly!
Come see
where life is borne!
Run down
into the wheat fields,
Look out
across the sea!
Trade in
your fake splendor for
Nature's
Harmony.
Alba Gu Brath!
Beathag