text:  There save when all except the lark was mute Oh beauty-breathing Bute On thee entranced I gazed; each moment brought A new creation to the eye of thought: The orient clouds all Iris' hues assumed From the pale lily to the rose that bloom'd And hung above the pathway of the sun As if to harbinger his course begun; When lo! his disk burst forth--his beams of gold Seem'd earth as with a garment to enfold And from his piercing eye the loose mists flew And heaven with arch of deep autumnal blue Glow'd overhead; while ocean like a lake Seeming delight to take In its own halcyon-calm resplendent lay From Western Kames to far Kilchattan bay