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+<body>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77335 ***</div>
+
+
+<p class="ph3"><i>BY THE SAME AUTHOR</i></p>
+
+
+<p>ROMANCES</p>
+
+<ul>
+  <li><span class="smcap">John Burnet of Barns</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">A Lost Lady of Old Years</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Half-Hearted</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Prester John</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Salute to Adventurers</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Thirty-Nine Steps</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Power-House</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Greenmantle</span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<p>SHORT STORIES</p>
+
+<ul>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Grey Weather</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Watcher by the Threshold</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Moon Endureth</span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<p>ESSAYS</p>
+
+<ul>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Scholar-Gipsies</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Some Eighteenth-Century Byways</span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<p>POLITICS AND TRAVEL</p>
+
+<ul>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The African Colony</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">A Lodge in the Wilderness</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Taxation of Foreign Income</span></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<p>HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY</p>
+
+<ul>
+  <li><span class="smcap">A History of Brasenose College</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Sir Walter Raleigh</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">The Marquis of Montrose</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">Andrew Jameson, Lord Ardwall</span></li>
+  <li><span class="smcap">A History of the War</span> (in course of publication).</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+  <h1 class="nobreak" id="POEMS">
+    POEMS
+    <br>
+    SCOTS AND ENGLISH
+  </h1>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center"><b><span class="x-largetext">POEMS</span><br>
+<span class="largetext">SCOTS AND ENGLISH</span></b></p>
+
+<p class="center p2"><b>BY<br>
+<span class="largetext">JOHN BUCHAN</span></b></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container p2">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Dulces ... reminiscitur Argos</i></div>
+      <div class="verse attrib">—<span class="smcap">Virgil</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center p2 largetext"><b>T. C. &amp; E. C. JACK, LIMITED<br>
+LONDON AND EDINBURGH<br>
+1917</b></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">
+<i>Printed in Great Britain</i><br>
+<i>by Turnbull &amp; Spears, Edinburgh</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">
+TO MY BROTHER<br>
+<br>
+<span class="text150">ALASTAIR BUCHAN<br></span>
+<br>
+LIEUTENANT, ROYAL SCOTS FUSILIERS<br>
+WHO FELL AT ARRAS<br>
+ON EASTER MONDAY 1917<br>
+UNDER HIS COUNTRY’S<br>
+TRIUMPHING FLAG
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">{7}</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="smcap">Since</span> there are many variants of our
+northern speech, it seems fitting to say that
+the Scots pieces in this little collection are
+written in the vernacular which is spoken in
+the hill country of the Lowlands, from the
+Cheviots to Galloway. Scots has never been
+to me a book-tongue; I could always speak
+it more easily than I could write it; and
+I dare to hope that the faults of my verses,
+great as they are, are not those of an
+antiquarian exercise.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">  J. B.</span>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a><a id="Page_9"></a>{9}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">
+    CONTENTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><a href="#BOOK_I"><span class="largetext">BOOK I.—SCOTS</span></a></p>
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdr" colspan="2">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Midians_Evil_Day1"><span class="smcap">Midian’s Evil Day</span></a>—Dear Reverend Sir,—I tak my pen</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Herd_of_Farawa"><span class="smcap">The Herd of Farawa</span></a>—Losh, man! Did ever mortal see</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Eternal_Feminine"><span class="smcap">The Eternal Feminine</span></a>—When I was a freckled bit bairn</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_South_Countrie"><span class="smcap">The South Countrie</span></a>—I never likit the Kingdom o’ Fife—</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Shorter_Catechism"><span class="smcap">The Shorter Catechism</span></a>—When I was young and herdit sheep</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="center p2"><a href="#THEOCRITUS_IN_SCOTS"><span class="text150">THEOCRITUS IN SCOTS</span></a></p>
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Kirn5"><span class="smcap">The Kirn</span></a>—’Twas last back-end</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Fishers"><span class="smcap">The Fishers</span></a>—’Tis puirtith sooples</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="center p2"><a href="#INTER_ARMA"><span class="text150">INTER ARMA</span></a></p>
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Sweet_Argos"><span class="smcap">Sweet Argos</span></a>—When the Almichty took His hand</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#On_Leave"><span class="smcap">On Leave</span></a>—I had auchteen months o’ the war</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Kirk_Bell"><span class="smcap">The Kirk Bell</span></a>—When oor lads gaed ower the tap</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Home_Thoughts_from_Abroad"><span class="smcap">Home Thoughts from Abroad</span></a>—Aifter the war, says the papers</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Fragment_of_an_Ode_in_Praise_of_the"><span class="smcap">Fragment of an Ode</span></a>—Ye’ll a’ hae heard tell</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Great_Ones"><span class="smcap">The Great Ones</span></a>—Ae morn aside the road frae Bray</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Fisher_Jamie"><span class="smcap">Fisher Jamie</span></a>—Puir Jamie’s killed</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69">69</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">{10}</span></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="center p2"><span class="largetext"><a href="#BOOK_II">BOOK II.—ENGLISH</a></span></p>
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdr" colspan="2">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Fratri_Dilectissimo7"><span class="smcap">Fratri Dilectissimo</span></a>—When we were little wandering boys</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#To_Lionel_Phillips8"><span class="smcap">To Lionel Phillips</span></a>—Time, they say, must the best of us capture</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#To_Major-General"><span class="smcap">To Sir Reginald Talbot</span></a>—I tell of old Virginian ways</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#From_the_Pentlands_Looking"><span class="smcap">From the Pentlands, Looking North and South</span></a>—Around my feet the clouds are drawn</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Strong_Man_Armed"><span class="smcap">The Strong Man Armed</span></a>—Gift me guerdon and grant me grace</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Soldier_of_Fortune"><span class="smcap">The Soldier of Fortune</span></a>—I have seen thy face in the foray</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Singer"><span class="smcap">The Singer</span></a>—Cold blows the drift on the hill</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Processional10"><span class="smcap">Processional</span></a>—In the ancient orderly places</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Avignon"><span class="smcap">Avignon</span>, 1759</a>—I walk abroad on winter days</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Gipsys_Song_to_the_Lady_Cassilis"><span class="smcap">The Gipsy’s Song to the Lady Cassilis</span></a>—The door is open to the wall</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Wood_Magic"><span class="smcap">Wood Magic</span></a>—I will walk warily in the wise woods</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#The_Song_of_the_Sea_Captain"><span class="smcap">The Song of the Sea Captain</span></a>—I sail a lone sea captain</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#Antiphilus_of_Byzantium"><span class="smcap">Antiphilus of Byzantium</span></a>—Give me a mat on the deck</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><a href="#An_Echo_of_Meleager"><span class="smcap">An Echo of Meleager</span></a>—Scorn not my love, proud child</td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">{11}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="BOOK_I">
+    BOOK I<br>
+    <br>
+    SCOTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a><a id="Page_13"></a>{13}</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Midians_Evil_Day1" title="Midian’s Evil Day">
+    <i>Midian’s Evil Day</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot_ans">
+<p>(From Alexander Cargill, Elder of the Kirk of the Remnant in
+the vale of Wae, to the Reverend Murdo Mucklethraw,
+Minister of the aforesaid Kirk, anent the Great Case recently
+argued in the House of Lords.)</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Dear</span> Reverend Sir,—I tak my pen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To tell yon great occasion when</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We garred our licht shine afore men,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Yea, far and wide,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And smote the oppressor but and ben</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">For a’ his pride.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">{14}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yoursel’, ye mind, was far frae weel—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A cauld ye catch’t at Kippenshiel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Forbye rheumatics in your heel—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And thus it came,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fou though ye were o’ holy zeal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Ye stopped at hame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For me, my lambin’-time was bye,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The muirland hay was nane sae high,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The men were thrang, the grund was dry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sae when ye spak,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bade me gang and testify,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I heldna back.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ dowie hert I left that morn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reflectin’ on the waefu’ scorn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Kirk maun thole, her courts forlorn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Her pillars broke,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While Amalek exalts his horn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And fills his poke.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I pondered the mischances sair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Lord had garred puir Scotland bear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frae English folk baith late and ear’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sin’ Flodden year</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the twae beasts at Carlisle fair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I bocht ower dear.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">{15}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If true religion got a fa’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frae her auld courts and guid Scots law,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What hope o’ succour far awa’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">’Mang godless chiels,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whae at the Word sae crousely craw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And fling their heels.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As weel expect the Gospel sap ’ill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rise in uncovenantit thrapple</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As saw a ploom to raise an apple,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Or think a soo</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fleein’ aloft on the hoose-tap ’ill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sit like a doo.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I like an owl in desert was,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When to the coorts I buid to pass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Amang the crood to hear the Cause.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Nae freend I saw,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Juist some auld lads set oot in raws</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And belchin’ law.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But ane sat cockit in atween,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A wee man but as gleg’s a preen:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A walth o’ sense was in his een</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And foreheid massy.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“The Chancellor,” I was tellt, when keen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I speired whae was he.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">{16}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ prayerfu’ mind I watched the stert</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While Maister Johnston&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_2_2" href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> played his pairt,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sune I fand my anxious hert</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Gie a great loup.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Yon Chancellor the ungodly’s cairt,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I said, “will coup.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O sir, that day I kent indeed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s men o’ worth across the Tweed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Men whae are steadfast in the creed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">As Moses sel’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Men whae the Word o’ God can read</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And cling to Hell.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I thocht they were a careless race,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Decked oot in cauld Erastian claes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whae traivelled a’ in slippery ways,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Whase thochts were vain:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But noo I ken they’ve gifts and grace</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">E’en like oor ain.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A Lowden chiel&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_3_3" href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a>—black be his tryst!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A wise-like man, but ill advised,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Led on the hosts o’ Antichrist,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And threepit bauld,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That man could never back be wysed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">To Calvin’s fauld.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">{17}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He made the yett o’ Heaven sae wide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The veriest stirk could get inside:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Puffed up he was wi’ warldly pride</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And fou o’ German,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Quotin’ auld pagans for his guide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And sic-like vermin.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He feucht wi’ Prophets, jouked wi’ Psalms,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He got his legs clean ower the trams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He garred th’ Apostles skip like rams</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">To dae his biddin’s:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oor auld Confessions were but shams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Their loss guid riddance.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“God foreordained some men to Hell—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Granted, but man can please himsel’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up to a point—and if I dwell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Mair on free-will</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than on election, I do well,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">A Christian still.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“For these are mysteries,” quo’ he,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Whereon nae twae men can agree,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sae it’s richt for you and me—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">The thing’s sae kittle—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ane to consider half a lee,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Whilk—maitters little.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">{18}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“It’s a’,” he said, “confüsion wild;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In siccan things the best’s a child;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some walk an ell and some a mile;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">But never fear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thae doots will a’ be reconciled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In higher sphere.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Therefore a kirk, whase lamps are bright,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bequeathed by auld divines o’ might,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can fling them tapsalteerie quite,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And think nae shame;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For white is black and black is white,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">It’s a’ the same.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But what availed his carnal lear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Against a man o’ faith and prayer?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As through the thristles gangs the share</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And dings them doun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">E’en sae the Chancellor cleft him fair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Frae heel to croun.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He pinned him wi’ the Bible words,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He clove at him wi’ Calvin’s swirds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He garred him loup aboot the boards</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Wi’ muckle mense,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bund him wi’ the hempen cords</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">O’ plain guid sense.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">{19}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Threep as ye please, it’s clear to me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whether or no’ the twae agree,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Baith doctrines were appoint to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">The Kirk’s chief pillar.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If ane ye like to leave,” says he,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">“Ye leave the siller.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, wi’ what unction he restored</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The auld commandments o’ the Lord,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Confoonded Bashan’s nowt that roared,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And ’stablished Hell!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Knox was nae soonder in the Word</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Nor Calvin’s sel’.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll no’ deny yon Lowden chiel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was gleg as ony slippery eel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For twae-three men frae Kippenshiel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Begood to waver;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I half inclined to doot the Deil</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">A’ through his claver.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when a man o’ faith and power</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Uprose, he couldna bide an hour:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The weakest’s doots were tided ower</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Anither towmont.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Kirk stood firm as auld stane tower</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Wi’ safe endowment.</div>
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">{20}</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hae a bull, a noble breed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A shorthorn wi’ a massy heid,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ quarters fine and coat o’ reid:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">On ilka lea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frae Thurso to the banks o’ Tweed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">He bears the gree.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I ca’ed him Begg,&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_4_4" href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> the same’s his sire;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But noo for sign to a’ the shire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ yon great day when frae the mire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Our feet we bore,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His name shall be in field and byre</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">“<i>The Chancellor</i>.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1904</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">{21}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Herd_of_Farawa">
+    <i>The Herd of Farawa</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot_ans">
+<p>Who in an April hailstorm discoursed to the traveller on the
+present discontents.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Pastorum et solis exegit montibus aevum.</i>—<span class="smcap">Virgil.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Losh</span>, man! Did ever mortal see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sic blasts o’ snaw? Ye’ll bide a wee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Afore ye think to cross the lea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And mount the slack!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Kin’le your pipe, and straucht your knee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And gie’s your crack!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hoo lang, ye speir! An unco while!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s seeventy-sax ’ear came Aprile</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That I cam here frae Auchentyle—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">A bairn o’ nine;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And mony’s the dreich and dreary mile</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I’ve gaed sin’ syne.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My folk were herds, sae roond the fauld</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Afore I was twae towmonts auld</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They fand me snowkin’, crouse and bauld</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In snaw and seep—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As Dauvid was to kingdoms called,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sae I to sheep.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">{22}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I herdit first on Etterick side.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dod, man, I mind the stound o’ pride</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gaed through my hert, when near and wide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">My dowgs I ran.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though no seeventeen till Lammastide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I walked a man.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I got a wife frae Eskdalemuir,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ dacent herdin’ folk, and sair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We wrocht for lang, baith late and ’ear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">For weans cam fast,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And we were never aucht but puir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Frae first to last.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tales I could tell wad gar ye grue</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ snawy lambin’s warstled through,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ drifty days, and win’s that blew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Frae norlan’ sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And spates that filled the haughlands fou</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And drooned the kye.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But, still and on, the life was fine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For yon were happier days langsyne;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For gear to hain, and gear to tine</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I had nae care—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Content I was wi’ what was mine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And blithe to share.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">{23}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sic flocks ye’ll never see the day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae fauncy ills to mak ye wae,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae fauncy dips wi’ stawsome broo,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Wad fricht the French;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We wrocht alang the auld guid way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And fand it stench.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae mawkit kets, nae scabbit een,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But ilka yowe as trig’s a preen;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sic massy tups as ne’er were seen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sin’ Job’s allowance,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And lambs as thick on ilka green</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">As simmer gowans.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur noo ae hirsel jimp can bide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Three hirsels were the countra’s pride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And mony a yaird was wavin’ wide,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And floo’ers were hingin’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur noo is but the bare hillside,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And linties singin’.</div>
+
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And God! the men! Whaur could ye find</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sic hertsome lads, sae crouse and kind;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sic skeel o’ sheep, sic sarious mind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">At kirk and prayer—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet aiblins no to haud or bind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">At Boswells fair?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">{24}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frae Galloway to Aiberdeen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(I mind the days as ’twere yestreen)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ve had my cantrips—Lord a wheen!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">But through them a’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fear o’ God afore my een,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I keep’t the Law.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My nieves weel hoddit in my breeks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Law I keep’t, and turned baith cheeks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Until the smiter, saft and meek’s</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">A bairn at schule;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Syne struck, and laid him bye for weeks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">To learn the fule.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frae Melrose Cauld to Linkumdoddie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’d fecht and drink wi’ ony body;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was there a couthy lad? Then, dod, he</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sune fand his fellow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What time the tippenny or the toddy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Had garred us mellow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae wark or ploy e’er saw me shirk;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had an airm wad fell a stirk;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I traivelled ten lang mile to kirk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In wind and snaw;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I tell ’e, sir, frae morn to mirk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I keep’t the Law.</div>
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+    </div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">{25}</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Weekly we gat, and never fail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Screeds marrowy as a pat o’ kail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And awfu’ as the Grey Meer’s Tail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In Lammas rain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And stey and lang as Moffatdale,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And stieve’s a stane.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae Gospel sowens fit for weans,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But doctrines teuch as channel-stanes;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We heard the Word wi’ anxious pains,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sarious and happy.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And half the week we piked the banes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And fand them sappy.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lang years aneath a man o’ God</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sat, my Bible on the brod;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He wasna feared to lift the rod</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And scaud the errin’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He walked whaur our great forbears trod,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And blest his farin’.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But noo we’ve got a bairnly breed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whase wee-bit shilpit greetin’ screed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Soughs like a wast wind ower the heid,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Lichter than ’oo’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lassies and weans, it suits their need,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">No me and you!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">{26}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My dochter’s servin’ in the toun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She gangs to hear a glaikit loon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whae rows his een, and twirls him roun’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Like ane dementit.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae word o’ Hell, nae sicht or soun’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">O’ sin repentit.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But juist a weary, yammerin’ phrase</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ “Saunts” and “Heaven” and “love” and “praise,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Words that a grown man sudna üse,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">God! sic a scunner!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had to rise and gang my ways</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">To haud my denner.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">At halesome fauts they lift their han’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth, they cry, this new comman’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bide quate and doucely in the lan’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And love your brither—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is the total end o’ man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">This and nae ither.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that’s their creed! An owercome braw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For folks that kenna fear or fa’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crouse birds that on their midden craw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Nor think o’ scaith,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That keep the trimmin’ o’ the Law</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And scorn the pith.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">{27}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s no for men that nicht and day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">See the Almichty’s awesome way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ken themselves but ripps o’ strae</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Afore His wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, dark or licht, maun watch and pray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">His grace to find.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My forbear, hunkerin’ in a hag,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was martyred by the laird o’ Lagg;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He dee’d afore his heid wad wag</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In God’s denial.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">D’ye think the folk that rant and brag</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Wad thole yon trial?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Man, whiles I’d like to gang mysel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And wile auld Claverse back frae Hell;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Claverse, or maybe Tam Dalziel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Wad stop their fleechin’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wager yon’s the lads to mell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And mend sic preachin’.</div>
+    </div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaure’er I look I find the same,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The warld’s nae gumption in its wame;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">E’en sin’ I mind the human frame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Grows scrimp and shauchled,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ a’ man’s warks ye canna name</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Ane that’s no bauchled.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">{28}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s mawkit sheep and feckless herds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And poopits fou o’ senseless words;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Instead o’ kail we sup on curds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And wersh the taste o’t;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To parritch-sticks we’ve turned our swirds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sae mak’ the maist o’t.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And poalitics! I’ve seen the day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’d walk ten mile ower burn and brae</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To hear some billie hae his say</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">About the nation.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tories and a’ their daft-like play</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Fand quick damnation.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I thocht—for I was young—that folk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Were a’ the same; I scorned the yoke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ cless or gear; wi’ pigs in poke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I took nae han’.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I daured the hale wide warld to choke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">The richts o’ man.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s still my creed, but hech! sin’ then</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ve got the richts and lost the men;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ve got a walth o’ gear to spen’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And nane to spend it;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The warld is waitin’ ripe to men’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And nane to mend it.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">{29}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our maisters are a flock o’ daws,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Led on by twae-three hoodie-craws;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They weir our siller, mak’ our laws,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And God! sic makin’!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And we sit roun’ wi’ lood applause,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And cheer their crakin’.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’re great; but daur we lift a nieve</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’oot our neebors grant their leave?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’re free, folk say, to speak, believe,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Dae what we wull—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And what’s oor gain? A din to deave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">A yearlin’ bull!</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A dwaibly warld! I’ll no deny</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s orra blessin’s. I can buy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My baccy cheap, and feed as high</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">For half the siller;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For saxpence ony man can lie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">As fou’s the miller.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A bawbee buys a walth o’ prent,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And every gowk’s in Paurliament;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The warld’s reformed—but sir, tak tent,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">For a’ their threep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s twae things noo that arena kent—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">That’s MEN and SHEEP.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1907</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">{30}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Eternal_Feminine">
+    <i>The Eternal Feminine</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">When</span> I was a freckled bit bairn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And cam in frae my ploys to the fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ my buits a’ clamjamphried wi’ shairn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And my jaicket a’ speldered wi’ mire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I got gloomin’ and glunchin’ and paiks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And nae bite frae the press or the pan,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And my auld grannie said as she skelped me to bed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Hech, sirs, what a burden is man!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When I was a lang-leggit lad,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">At waddin’s and kirns a gey cheild,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hae happit a lass in my maud</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And gone cauldrife that she micht hae beild,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And convoyed her bye bogles and stirks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A kiss at the hindmost my plan;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But a’ that I fand was the wecht o’ her hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And “Hech, sirs, what a burden is man!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When Ailie and me were made yin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We set up in a canty bit cot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sair wrocht we day oot and day in,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We were unco content wi’ oor lot.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">{31}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">But whiles wi’ a neebor I’d tak</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A gless that my heid couldna stan’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Syne she’d greet for a week, and nae word wad she speak</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But “Hech, sirs, what a burden is man!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She dee’d, and my dochter and me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For the lave wi’ ilk ither maun shift.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae tentier lass could ye see;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The wooers cam doun like a drift;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But sune wi’ an unco blae glower</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Frae the doorstep they rade and they ran,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And she’d sigh to hersel’, as she gae’d to the well,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Hech, sirs, what a burden is man!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">She’s mairrit by noo and she’s got</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A white-heided lass o’ her ain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">White-heided mysel, as I stot</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Roond the doors o’ her shouther I’m fain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What think ye that wean said yestreen?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’ll tell ye, believe’t if ye can;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She primmed up her mou’ and said saft as a doo,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Hech, sirs, what a burden is man!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1912</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">{32}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_South_Countrie">
+    <i>The South Countrie</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">I never</span> likit the Kingdom o’ Fife—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Its kail’s as cauld as its wind and rain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the folk that bide benorth o’ the Clyde</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They speak a langwidge that’s no my ain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Doun in the west is a clarty nest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the big stane cities are no for me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae I’ll buckle my pack on my auld bent back</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And tak the road for the South Countrie.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur sall I enter the Promised Land,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ower the Sutra or doun the Lyne,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up the side o’ the water o’ Clyde</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or cross the muirs at the heid o’ Tyne,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or staucherin’ on by Crawfordjohn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Yont to the glens whaur Tweed rins wee?—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s maitter sma’ whaur your road may fa’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Gin it land ye safe in the South Countrie.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yon are the hills that my hert kens weel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Hame for the weary, rest for the auld,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Braid and high as the Aprile sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Blue on the taps and green i’ the fauld:</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">{33}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">At ilka turn a bit wanderin’ burn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a canty biggin’ on ilka lea—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s nocht sae braw in the wide world’s schaw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As the heughs and holms o’ the South Countrie.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yon are the lads that my hert loes weel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Frank and couthy and kind to a’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ the open broo and the mirthfu’ mou</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the open door at the e’enin’s fa’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A trig hamesteid and a lauchin’ breed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O’ weans that hearten the auld to see—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sma’ or great, can ye find the mate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O’ the folk that bide in the South Countrie?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lichtest fit that traivels the roads</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Maun lag and drag as the end grows near;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Threescore and ten are the years o’ men,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I’m bye the bit by a lang lang year.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae I’ll seek my rest in the land loe’d best,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And ask nae mair than that God sall gie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To my failin’ een for the hinmost scene</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The gentle hills o’ the South Countrie.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">{34}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Shorter_Catechism">
+    <i>The Shorter Catechism</i>
+  </h4>
+
+<p class="center">(With Proofs)</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">When</span> I was young and herdit sheep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I read auld tales o’ Wallace wight;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My heid was fou o’ sangs and threep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O’ folk that feared nae mortal might.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But noo I’m auld and weel I ken</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We’re made alike o’ gowd and mire;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s saft bits in the stievest men,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The bairnliest’s got a spunk o’ fire.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Sae hearken to me, lads,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">It’s truith that I tell;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">There’s nae man a’ courage—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6"><i>I ken by mysel’</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ve been an elder forty year,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’ve tried to keep the narrow way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ve walked afore the Lord in fear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’ve never missed the kirk a day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ve read the Bible in and oot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I ken the feck o’t clean by hert;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But still and on I sair misdoot</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’m better noo than at the stert.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">{35}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae hearken to me, lads,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">It’s truith I maintain!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Man’s works are but rags, for</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>I ken by my ain</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hae a name for dacent trade;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’ll wager a’ the countryside</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wad swear nae trustier man was made</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The ford to soom, the bent to bide.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when it comes to coupin’ horse</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’m juist like a’ that e’er were born,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I fling my heels and tak my course—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’d sell the minister the morn.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Sae hearken to me, lads,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">It’s truith that I tell:—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">There’s nae man deid honest—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6"><i>I ken by mysel’</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1911</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">{36}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h3 class="nobreak" id="THEOCRITUS_IN_SCOTS">
+    THEOCRITUS IN SCOTS
+  </h3>
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Kirn5" title="The Kirn">
+    <i>The Kirn</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_5_5" href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a>
+  </h4>
+
+<p class="center">(Idyll vii)</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">’Twas</span> last back-end that me and Dauvit Sma’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Robert Todd, the herd at Meldonha’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The hairst weel ower and under rape and thack,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Set oot to keep the kirn at Haystounslack,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wat Laidlaw’s fairm—for Wat’s the rale stench breed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Borders kenned afore the auld lairds dee’d,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a’ the soor-milk Wast ran doun the Tweed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We werena half the road, nor bye the grain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur auncient Druids left the standin’ stane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When Gidden Scott cam heinchin’ ower the muir,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gidden the wale o’ men; ilk kirn and fair,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">{37}</span></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clippin’ and spainin’, was a cheerier place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For ae sicht o’ his honest bawsened face.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He was a drover, famed frae Clyde to Spey,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The graundest juidge o’ beasts—a dealer tae.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His furthy coat o’ tup’s ’oo spun at hame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His weel-worn maud that buckled roond his wame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His snootit kep that hid the broos aneath,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His buits wi’ tackets like a harrow’s teeth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His shairny leggin’s and his michty staff</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Proclaimed him for a drover three mile aff.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Losh! lads,” he cried, “whaur are ye traivellin’ noo,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Trig as the lassies decked for them they loe?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is’t to a countra splore, or to the toun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur creeshy baillies to their feasts sit doun?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or is’t some waddin’ wi’ its pipes and reels</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That gars the chuckies loup ahint your heels?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Weel met,” says I. “The day our jaunt we mak</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To join Wat Laidlaw’s kirn at Haystounslack.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lang is the gait, and, sin’ it’s pairtly yours,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What say ye to a sang to wile the ’oors?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a’ the land frae Wigtoun to the Mearns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s nane that ploos sae straucht the rig o’ Burns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As your guid sel’ (so rins the countra sough);</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I, though frae sic genius far eneuch,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I, tae, hae clinkit rhymes at orra whiles.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ll niffer sangs to pass the muirland miles.”</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">{38}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Na, Jock,” says he, and wagged a sarious pow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Sma’ share hae I in that divinest lowe.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A roopy craw as weel a pairt micht claim</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ the laverock’s sang as me in Robin’s fame.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But sin’ we’re a’ guid freends, I’ll sing a sang</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I made last Monday drovin’ ower the Whang.”&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_6_6" href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Gidden’s Song</i></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Sin’</span> Andra took the jee and gaed aff across the sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’m as dowff as ony fisher-wife that watches on the sand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’m as restless as a staig, me that aince was like a craig,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When I think upon yon far frem’t land.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We had aften cuisten oot, I mindna what aboot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We had feucht a bit and flytit and gien and taen the blow;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But oor dander was nae mair than the rouk in simmer air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For I loe’d him as a lassie loes her joe.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He had sic a couthy way, aye sae canty and sae gay;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">He garred a body’s hert loup up and kept the warld gaun roun’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dreichest saul could see he had sunlicht in his ee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And there’s no his marrow left in the toun.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">{39}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We were ’greed like twae stirks that feed amang the birks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My every thocht I shared wi’ him, his hinmost plack was mine;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We had nocht to hide frae ither, he was mair to me than brither;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But that’s a’ bye wi’t langsyne.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I gang oot and in, in my heid there rins a tüne,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Some tüne o’ Andra’s playin’ in the happy days that’s gane.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When I sit at festive scene there’s a mist comes ower my een</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the kind lad that’s left me my lane.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">So Gidden spak, and ower the lave o’ us cam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">A sadness waur than penitential psalm.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">The tüne was cried; nae jovial rantin’ stave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Wad set a mood sae pensive and sae grave.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Sae, followin’ on, I cleared my hass and sung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">A sang I made langsyne when I was young.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Jock’s Song</i></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2"><span class="smcap">Sing</span>, lads, and bend the bicker; gloamin’ draps</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">On Wiston side.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A’ ye that dwal in sicht o’ Tintock’s taps</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Frae Tweed to Clyde</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">{40}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Gae stert your reels and ding the warlock Care</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">At young bluid’s call.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Mind ye the lass that üsed to bide langsyne</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">At Coulter-fit?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">(Gae pipe your sprigs, for youth is ill to bin’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">And pleesures flit.)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Her mither keep’t the inn, and doun the stair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">A’ day wad bawl.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">My heid rins round—I think they ca’d her Jean.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">She looked sae high,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">She walked sae prood, it micht hae been the Queen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">As she gaed bye,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Buskit sae trig, and ower her yellow hair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">A denty shawl.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ae day the King himsel’ was ridin’ through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">And saw her face.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">He telled his son, “For ae kiss o’ her mou</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">I’d change my place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wi’ ony gangrel, roup my royal share,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My kingly hall.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">{41}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I kenna if I loe’d the lassie true,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">But this I ken;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To get a welcome frae her een o’ blue,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">To see again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Her dimpled cheek, ten ’ears o’ life I’d spare</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">In prison wall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ae simmer morn when a’ the lift was clear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">And saft winds sighed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wi’ kilted coats I saw her wanderin’ near</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">The burnie’s tide.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Thinks I, Queen Mary was na half as fair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">In days o’ aul’.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sing, lads, and bend the bicker; e’enin’ fa’s—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My denty doo</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Has sell’t hersel’ for gowd and silken braws</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">That weemen loe.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A feckless laird has bocht her beauty rare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Her love, her all.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">{42}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I watched them as their coach gaed ower the pass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Wi’ blindit een;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A shilpit carle aside the brawest lass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">That Scotland’s seen.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Far, far she’s gane, and toom the warld and puir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Whaur I maun dwal.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Will steal my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">A’ day I wander like a restless ghaist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Ower hill and lea;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The gun hangs in the spence, the rod’s unüsed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">The dowg gangs free.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">At nicht I dream, and O! my dreams are sair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My hert’s in thrall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The wind that blaws frae yont the mountain muir</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent10"><i>Has stown my saul.</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Loud Gidden spak; “Weel dune!—The convoy’s ower.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here we maun pairt, for I’m for Auchenlour.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oor forbears, when they set a makkers’ test</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gied cups and wreaths to him that sang the best.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae drink hae I, thae muirland floo’ers are wauf,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae tak for awms my trustit hazel staff.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We cried guid-farin’ to his massy back,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And turned intil the road for Haystounslack.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aroond the hills and heughs the gloamin’ crap,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a braw mune cam ridin’ ower the slap.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">{43}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">The stirlin’s crooded thick as flees in air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An auld blackcock was flytin’ on the muir.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Afore the steadin’ cairts were settin’ doun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ilk snoddit lassie in her kirk-gaun gown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bauld young lads were swingin’ up the braes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ilk ane wi’ glancin’ een and dancin’ taes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fiddles scrapit and atower the din</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The “Floo’ers o’ Embro’” soughed oot on the win’.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Furth frae the ben cam sic a noble reek</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That hungry folk maun snowk but daurna speak;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Haggis and tripe, and puddin’s black, and yill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And guid saut beef and braxy frae the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crisp aiten farles, bannocks and seein’ kail;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And at the door stood Wat to cry us hail.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His walie nieves upheld a muckle bowl</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whase spicy scent was unction to the saul.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His ladle plowtered in the reamin’ brew,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And for us three he filled the rummers fou.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae nectar that the auld gods quaffed on hie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae heather wine wanchancy warlocks prie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae Well o’ Bethlehem or Siloam’s püle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was ever half as guid as Wattie’s yill.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Heaven send anither ’ear that I gang back</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To drink wi’ honest folk at Haystounslack!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">{44}</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="ph3">THEOCRITUS IN SCOTS</p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Fishers">
+    <i>The Fishers</i>
+  </h4>
+
+<p class="center">(Idyll xxi)</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">’Tis</span> puirtith sooples heid and hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And gars inventions fill the land;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dreams come fast to folk that lie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ nocht atween them and the sky.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Twae collier lads frae near Lasswade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Auld skeely fishers, fand their bed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ae simmer’s nicht aside the shaw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur Manor rins by Cademuir Law.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dry flowe-moss made them pillows fine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, for a bield to kep the win’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A muckle craig owerhung the burn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A’ thacked wi’ blaeberry and fern.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aside them lay their rods and reels,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their flee-books and their auncient creels.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pooches o’ their moleskin breeks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Contained unlawfu’ things like cleeks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For folk that fish to fill their wame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are no fasteedious at the game.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">{45}</span></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The twae aye took their jaunts thegither;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Geordie was ane and Tam the ither.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their chaumer was the mune-bricht sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The siller stream their lullaby.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When knocks in touns were chappin’ three,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tam woke and rubbed a blinkin’ ee.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was the ’oor when troots are boun’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To gulp the May-flee floatin’ doun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Afore the sun is in the glens</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dim are a’ the heughs and dens.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Tam</span></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Short is the simmer’s daurk, they say,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But this ane seemed as lang’s the day;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For siccan dreams as passed my sicht</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I never saw in Januar’ nicht.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If some auld prophet chiel were here</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wad hae cürious things to speir.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Geordie</span></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“It’s conscience gars the nichtmares rin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae, Tam my lad, what hae ye dune?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Tam</span></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Nae ill; my saul is free frae blame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor hae I wrocht ower hard my wame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For last we fed, as ye maun awn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On a sma’ troot and pease-meal scone.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">{46}</span></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But hear my dream, for aiblins you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">May find a way to riddle’t true....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I thocht that I was castin’ steady</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the püle’s tail ayont the smiddy,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ finest gut and sma’est flee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the air was clear and the water wee;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When sudden wi’ a rowst and swish</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I rase a maist enormous fish....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I struck and heuked the monster shüre,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Guidsakes! to see him loup in air!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was nae saumon, na, nor troot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the last yaird my line gaed oot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As up the stream the warlock ran</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As wild as Job’s Leviathan.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I got him stopped below the linn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur verra near I tummled in,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aye prayin’ hard my heuk wad haud;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And syne he turned a dorty jaud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sulkin’ far doun amang the stanes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I tapped the butt to stir his banes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He warsled here and plowtered there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But still I held him ticht and fair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The water rinnin’ oxter-hie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sweat aye drippin’ in my ee.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae bit by bit I wysed him richt</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And broke his stieve and fashious micht,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till sair fordone he cam to book</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And walloped in a shallow crook.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">{47}</span></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had nae gad, sae doun my wand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I flang and pinned him on the sand.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I claucht him in baith airms and peched</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ashore—he was a michty wecht;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor stopped till I had got him shüre</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Amang the threshes on the muir.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then, Geordie lad, my een I rowed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The beast was made o’ solid gowd!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sic ferlie as was never kenned,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A’ glitterin’ gowd frae end to end!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I lauched, I grat, my kep I flang,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I danced a sprig, I sang a sang.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And syne I wished that I micht dee</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If wark again was touched by me....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ that I woke; nae fish was there—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Juist the burnside and empty muir.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Noo tell me honest, Geordie lad,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Think ye yon daftlike aith will haud?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Geordie</span></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Tuts, Tam ye fule, the aith ye sware</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was like your fish, nae less, nae mair.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For dreams are nocht but simmer rouk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And him that trusts them hunts the gowk....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s time we catched some fish o’ flesh</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or we will baith gang brekfastless.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">{48}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h3 class="nobreak" id="INTER_ARMA">
+    INTER ARMA
+  </h3>
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Sweet_Argos">
+    <i>Sweet Argos</i>
+  </h4>
+
+<p class="center">An Epistle from Jock in billets to Sandy in the trenches.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">When</span> the Almichty took His hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frae shapin’ skies and seas and land,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some orra bits left ower He fand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Riddled them roun’—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A clart o’ stane and wud and sand—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And made this toun.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A glaury loan, a tumblin’ kirk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Twae glandered mears, a dwaibly stirk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hens, ae auld wife, a wauflike birk—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That’s whaur I dwal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While you are fechtin’ like a Turk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ayont Thiepval.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The weet drips through the bauks abune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ootbye the cundies roar and rin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s comfort naether oot nor in,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The wind gangs blather;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We maun be michty sunk in sin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To earn sic wather.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">{49}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But, Sandy lad, for you it’s waur,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You on that muckle Zollern scaur,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your lintwhite locks a’ fyled wi’ glaur,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And hungry—my word!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While Gairmans dae the best they daur</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To send ye skyward....</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Twas late yestreen that we cam doun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The road that leads frae Morval toun;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We cam like mice, nae sang nor soun’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nae daff nor jest;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like ghaists that trail the midnicht roun’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We crap to rest.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For sax weeks hunkerin’ in a hole</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’d kenned the warst a man can thole—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae skirlin’ dash frae goal to goal</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Yellin’ like wud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the lang stell that wechts the soul</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And tooms the bluid.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Weel, yestereen we limped alang,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Me and auld Dave frae Cambuslang,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Andra, him that had the gang</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In Tamson’s mills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Linton Bob that wrocht amang</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Pentland Hills.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">{50}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And as we socht oor shauchlin’ way</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Atween the runts o’ Bernafay,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mune ayont the darkenin’ brae</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Lichted a gap.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bob peched. “Ma God,” I heard him say,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“The Cauldstaneslap!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Syne we won ower the hinmost rig</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Amang the dumps, whaur warm and trig</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The braziers lowe and wee trucks jig</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Frae bing to ree.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dave gripped my airm. “It’s fair Coatbrig!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">He stepped oot free....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This morn I’m sittin’ on a box,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reddin’ an unco pair o’ socks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Watchin’ the yaird whaur muckle docks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And nettles blaw,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And turks’ caps, marygolds and phlox</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Stand in a raw.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The berry busses hing wi’ weet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The smiddy clang comes doun the street,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A coo is routin’, bairnies greet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A young cock craws.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shut my een; my traivelled feet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Were back i’ the Shaws.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">{51}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Back twenty year. A tautit wean,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I heard my granny’s voice complain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ bursted buits: I saw the rain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Rin aff the byre;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The burn wi’ foamin’ yellow mane</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Roared doun the swire.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A can o’ worms ae pooch concealed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The tither scones weel brooned and jeeled;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let eld sit cowerin’ in the beild,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Youth maun be oot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rain may pour, he’s for the field</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To catch a troot....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, Sandy lad, a stound o’ joy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gaed through my breist. A halflin’s ploy,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">An auld wife’s tale, a bairnie’s toy,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A lassie’s favour,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are things nae war can clean destroy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nor kill the savour.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s in sma’ things that greatness lies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The simple aye confoonds the wise,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The towers that ettle at the skies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Crack, coup and tummle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blather, swalled to unco size,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Bursts wi’ a rummle....</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">{52}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Straucht to the Deil oor hainin’s fly;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A spate can droon the best o’ kye:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The day oor heids we cairry high</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And wanton rarely:—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The morn in some black sheugh dounbye</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We floonder sairly.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The breist o’ man is fortune-pruif,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He heeds nor jade nor deil nor cuif,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If twae-three things the Guid Folk give</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">His lot to cheer,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sma’ things that oor mortal luve</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Maun aye haud dear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What gars us fecht? It’s no the law,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor poaliticians in a raw,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor hate o’ folk we never saw;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Oot in yon hell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ve killed a wheen—the job wad staw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Auld Hornie’s sel’.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s luve, my man, nae less nae mair,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Luve o’ auld freends at kirk and fair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Auld-farrant sangs that memories bear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O’ but and ben,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some wee cot-hoose far up the muir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or doun the glen.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">{53}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Gairmans are nae doot the same:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lad ye’ve stickin’ in the wame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fechts no for deevilment or fame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But juist for pride</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In his bit dacent canty hame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By some burnside.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s queer that the Almichty’s plan</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sud set oot man to fecht wi’ man</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the same luve—their native lan’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And wife and weans.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s queer, but threep the best ye can,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The truith remains.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The warld’s a fecht. Frae star to stane</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The hale Creation strives in pain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Paiks maun be tholed by ilk alane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The cup be drainit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If man’s to get the bunemost gain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That God’s ordainit.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But luve’s the fire that keeps him gaun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ilk puir forjaskit weariet man.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hate sparks like pouther in the pan,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And pride will flicker,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But luve will burn till skies are faun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Mair clear and siccar.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">{54}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a’ we socht o’ honest worth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ll find again in nobler birth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Heaven itsel’ begins on earth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And caps the riggin’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O’ what in pain and toil and dearth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We’ve aye been biggin’.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nae walth o’ gowden streets for me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I ask but that my een sud see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The auld green hopes, the broomy lea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The clear burn’s püles,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And wander whaur the wind blaws free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Frae heather hills.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sae, Sandy, if it’s written true</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That you and me sud warstle through,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ whatna joy we’ll hand the ploo</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And delve the yaird!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ten thoosandfauld the mair we’ll loe</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Oor Border swaird!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But if like ither dacent men</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ve looked oor last on Etterick glen,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And some day sune will see the en’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That brings nae shame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ll face’t,—for in that ’oor we’ll ken</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We’re hame, we’re hame.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">{55}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="On_Leave">
+    <i>On Leave</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">I had</span> auchteen months o’ the war,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Steel and pouther and reek,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fitsore, weary and wauf,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Syne I got hame for a week.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Daft-like I entered the toun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I scarcely kenned for my ain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sleepit twae days in my bed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The third I buried my wean.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wife sat greetin’ at hame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">While I wandered oot to the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My hert as cauld as a stane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But my heid gaun roond like a mill.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wasna the man I had been,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Juist a gangrel dozin’ in fits;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pin had faun oot o’ the warld,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I doddered amang the bits.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">{56}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I clamb to the Lammerlaw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And sat me doun on the cairn;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The best o’ my freends were deid,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And noo I had buried my bairn;—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The stink o’ the gas in my nose,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The colour o’ bluid in my ee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the biddin’ o’ Hell in my lug</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To curse my Maker and dee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But up in that gloamin’ hour,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">On the heather and thymy sod,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ the sun gaun doun in the Wast</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I made my peace wi’ God....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I saw a thoosand hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Green and gowd i’ the licht,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Roond and backit like sheep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Huddle into the nicht.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I kenned they werena hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But the same as the mounds ye see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Doun by the back o’ the line</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Whaur they bury oor lads that dee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They were juist the same as at Loos</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Whaur we happit Andra and Dave.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was naething in life but death,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a’ the warld was a grave.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">{57}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A’ the hills were graves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The graves o’ the deid langsyne,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And somewhere oot in the Wast</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Was the grummlin’ battle-line.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But up frae the howe o’ the glen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Came the waft o’ the simmer een.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The stink gaed oot o’ my nose,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I sniffed it, caller and clean.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The smell o’ the simmer hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Thyme and hinny and heather,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Jeniper, birk and fern,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Rose in the lown June weather.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It minded me o’ auld days,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When I wandered barefit there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Guddlin’ troot in the burns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Howkin’ the tod frae his lair.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If a’ the hills were graves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">There was peace for the folk aneath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And peace for the folk abune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And life in the hert o’ death....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up frae the howe o’ the glen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Cam the murmur o’ wells that creep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To swell the heids o’ the burns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the kindly voices o’ sheep.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">{58}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the cry o’ a whaup on the wing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a plover seekin’ its bield.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And oot o’ my crazy lugs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Went the din o’ the battlefield.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I flang me doun on my knees</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I prayed as my hert wad break,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I got my answer sune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For oot o’ the nicht God spake.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As a man that wauks frae a stound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And kens but a single thocht,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oot o’ the wind and the nicht</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I got the peace that I socht.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Loos and the Lammerlaw,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The battle was feucht in baith,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Death was roond and abune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But life in the hert o’ death.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A’ the warld was a grave,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But the grass on the graves was green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the stanes were bields for hames,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the laddies played atween.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Kneelin’ aside the cairn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">On the heather and thymy sod,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The place I had kenned as a bairn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I made my peace wi’ God.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">{59}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Kirk_Bell">
+    <i>The Kirk Bell</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">When</span> oor lads gaed ower the tap</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">It was nine o’ a Sabbath morn.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I felt as my hert wad stap,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I wished I had ne’er been born;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I wished I had ne’er been born</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For I feared baith the foe and mysel’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Till there fell on my ear forlorn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The jow o’ an auld kirk bell.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For a moment the guns were deid,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sae I heard it faint and far;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that bell was ringin’ inside my heid</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As I stauchered into the war.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I heard nae ither soun’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Though the air was a wild stramash,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And oor barrage beat the grun’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like the crack o’ a cairter’s lash,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like the sting o’ a lang whup lash;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ilk breath war a prayer or an aith,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And whistle and drone and crash</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Made the pitiless sang o’ death.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">{60}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">But in a’ that deavin’ din</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like the cry o’ the lost in Hell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I was hearkenin’ to a peacefu’ tüne</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In the jow o’ a far-off bell.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had on my Sabbath claes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And was steppin’ doucely the gait</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the kirk on the broomy braes;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I was standin’ aside the yett,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Crackin’ aside the yett;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And syne I was singin’ lood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">’Mang the lasses snod and blate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ their roses and southernwood.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hae nae mind o’ the tex’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For the psalm was the thing for me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I gied a gey wheen Huns their paiks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To the tüne o’ auld “Dundee.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They tell me I feucht like wud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I’ve got a medal to shaw,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But in a’ that habble o’ smoke and bluid</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My mind was far awa’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My mind was far awa’</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the peace o’ a simmer glen,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Daunderin’ hame ower the heathery law,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ twae-three ither men....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But sudden the lift grew red</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ere we wan to the pairtin’ place;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the next I kenned I was lyin’ in bed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a Sister washin’ my face.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">{61}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My faither was stench U.P.;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nae guid in Rome could he fin’;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But, this war weel ower, I’m gaun back to see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That kirk ahint the line—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That kirk ahint oor line,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And siller the priest I’ll gie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To pray for the sauls o’ the deid langsyne</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whae bigged the steeple for me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It’s no that I’m chief wi’ the Pape,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But I owe the warld to yon bell;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the beadle that swung the rape</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Will get half a croon for himsel’.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1917</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">{62}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Home_Thoughts_from_Abroad">
+    <i>Home Thoughts from Abroad</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><i><span class="firstword smcap">Aifter</span> the war, says the papers, they’ll no be content at hame,</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The lads that hae feucht wi’ death twae ’ear i’ the mud and the rain and the snaw;</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>For aifter a sodger’s life the shop will be unco tame;</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>They’ll ettle at fortune and freedom in the new lands far awa.’</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">No me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By God! No me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aince we hae lickit oor faes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And aince I get oot o’ this hell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the rest o’ my leevin’ days</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll mak a pet o’ mysel’.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll haste me back wi’ an eident fit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And settle again in the same auld bit.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And oh! the comfort to snowk again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The reek o’ my mither’s but-and-ben,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wee box-bed and the ingle neuk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the kail-pat hung frae the chimley-heuk!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">{63}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll gang back to the shop like a laddie to play,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tak doun the shutters at skreigh o’ day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And weigh oot floor wi’ a carefu’ pride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hear the clash o’ the countraside.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll wear for ordinar’ a roond hard hat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A collar and dicky and black cravat.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If the weather’s wat I’ll no stir ootbye</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’oot an umbrella to keep me dry.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I think I’d better no tak a wife—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ve had a’ the adventure I want in life.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But at nicht, when the doors are steeked, I’ll sit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the bleeze loups high frae the aiken ruit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And smoke my pipe aside the crook.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And read in some douce auld-farrant book;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or crack wi’ Davie and mix a rummer,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the auld wife’s pow nid-nods in slum’er;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hark to the winds gaun tearin’ bye</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And thank the Lord I’m sae warm and dry.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When simmer brings the lang bricht e’en,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll daunder doun to the bowling-green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or delve my yaird and my roses tend</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the big floo’er-show in the next back-end.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whiles, when the sun blinks aifter rain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll tak my rod and gang up the glen;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Me and Davie, we ken the püles</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whaur the troot grow great in the howes o’ the hills;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, wanderin’ back when the gloamin’ fa’s</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the midges dance in the hazel shaws,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">{64}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">We’ll stop at the yett ayont the hicht</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And drink great wauchts o’ the scented nicht,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the hoose lamps kin’le raw by raw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a yellow star hings ower the law.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Davie will lauch like a wean at a fair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And nip my airm to mak certain shüre</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That we’re back frae yon place o’ dule and dreid,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To oor ain kind warld—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent24"><i>But Davie’s deid!</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Nae mair gude nor ill can betide him.</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>We happit him doun by Beaumont toun,</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>And the half o’ my hert’s in the mools aside him.</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1917</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">{65}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Fragment_of_an_Ode_in_Praise_of_the" title="Fragment of an Ode">
+    <i>Fragment of an Ode in Praise of the
+    Royal Scots Fusiliers</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Ye’ll</span> a’ hae heard tell o’ the Fusilier Jocks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">The famous auld Fusilier Jocks!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">They’re as stieve as a stane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And as teuch as a bane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And as gleg as a pack o’ muircocks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They’re maistly as braid as they’re lang,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the Gairman’s a pump off the fang</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">When he faces the fire in their ee.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">They’re no verra bonny,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">I question if ony</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Mair terrible sicht ye could see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Than a chairge o’ the Fusilier Jocks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">It gars Hindenburg swear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">“<i>Gott in Himmel</i>, nae mair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">O’ thae sudden and scan’alous shocks!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And the cannon o’ Krupp</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Ane and a’ they shut up</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like a pentit bit jaick-in-the-box,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">At the rush o’ the Fusilier Jocks.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">{66}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Kaiser he says to his son</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">(The auld ane that looks like a fox)—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">“I went ower far</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">When I stertit this war,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Forgettin’ the Fusilier Jocks.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I could manage the French and Italians and Poles,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Russians and Tartars and yellow Mongols,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Serbs and the Belgians, the English and Greeks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And even the lads that gang wantin’ the breeks;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">But what o’ thae Fusilier Jocks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">That stopna for duntin’ and knocks?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">They’d rin wi’ a yell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Ower the plainstanes o’ Hell;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">They’re no men ava—they are rocks!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">They’d gang barefit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Through the Bottomless Pit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And they’ll tak Berlin in their socks,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Will thae terrible Fusilier Jocks!”...</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1917</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">{67}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Great_Ones">
+    <i>The Great Ones</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Ae</span> morn aside the road frae Bray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I wrocht my squad to mend the track;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A feck o’ sodgers passed that way</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And garred me often straucht my back.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">By cam a General on a horse,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A jinglin’ lad on either side.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I gie’d my best salute of course,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Well pleased to see sic honest pride.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And syne twae Frenchmen in a cawr—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Yon are the lads to speel the braes;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They speldered me inch-deep wi’ glaur</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And verra near ran ower my taes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And last the pipes, and at their tail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Oor gaucy lads in martial line.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I stopped my wark and cried them hail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And wished them weel for auld lang syne.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">{68}</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">An auld chap plooin’ on the muir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ne’er jee’d his heid nor held his han’,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But drave his furrow straucht and fair,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Thinks I, “But ye’re the biggest man.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">{69}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Fisher_Jamie">
+    <i>Fisher Jamie</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Puir</span> Jamie’s killed. A better lad</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ye wadna find to busk a flee</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or burn a püle or wield a gad</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Frae Berwick to the Clints o’ Dee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And noo he’s in a happier land.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">It’s Gospel truith and Gospel law</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That Heaven’s yett maun open stand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To folk that for their country fa’.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But Jamie will be ill to mate;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">He lo’ed nae müsic, kenned nae tünes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Except the sang o’ Tweed in spate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or Talla loupin’ ower its linns.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sair misdoot that Jamie’s heid</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A croun o’ gowd will never please;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He liked a kep o’ dacent tweed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Whaur he could stick his casts o’ flees.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">{70}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If Heaven is a’ that man can dream</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a’ that honest herts can wish,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It maun provide some muirland stream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For Jamie dreamed o’ nocht but fish.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And weel I wot he’ll up and speir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In his bit blate and canty way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ kind Apostles standin’ near</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Whae in their time were fishers tae.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He’ll offer back his gowden croun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And in its place a rod he’ll seek,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bashfu’-like his herp lay doun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And speir a leister and a cleek.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Jims had aye a poachin’ whim;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">He’ll sune grow tired, wi’ lawfu’ flee</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Made frae the wings o’ cherubim,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O’ castin’ ower the Crystal Sea....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I picter him at gloamin’ tide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Steekin’ the backdoor o’ his hame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hastin’ to the waterside</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To play again the auld auld game;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And syne wi’ saumon on his back,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Catch’t clean against the Heavenly law,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Heavenly byliffs on his track,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Gaun linkin’ doun some Heavenly shaw.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1916</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">{71}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="BOOK_II">
+    BOOK II<br>
+    <br>
+    ENGLISH
+
+
+  </h2>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a><a id="Page_73"></a>{73}</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Fratri_Dilectissimo7" title="Fratri Dilectissimo">
+    <i>Fratri Dilectissimo</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_7_7" href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a>
+  </h4>
+
+<p class="center">W. H. B.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">When</span> we were little wandering boys,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And every hill was blue and high,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On ballad ways and martial joys</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We fed our fancies, you and I.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With Bruce we crouched in bracken shade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With Douglas charged the Paynim foes;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And oft in moorland noons I played</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Colkitto to your grave Montrose.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The obliterating seasons flow—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They cannot kill our boyish game.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though creeds may change and kings may go,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Yet burns undimmed the ancient flame.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While young men in their pride make haste</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The wrong to right, the bond to free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And plant a garden in the waste,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Still rides our Scottish chivalry.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">{74}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Another end had held your dream—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To die fulfilled of hope and might,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To pass in one swift rapturous gleam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">From mortal to immortal light—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But through long hours of labouring breath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">You watched the world grow small and far,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And met the constant eyes of Death,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And haply knew how kind they are.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">One boon the Fates relenting gave—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Not where the scented hill-wind blows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From cedar thickets lies your grave,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nor ’mid the steep Himálayan snows.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Night calls the stragglers to the nest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And at long last ’tis home indeed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For your far-wandering feet to rest</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Forever by the crooks of Tweed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In perfect honour, perfect truth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And gentleness to all mankind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You trod the golden paths of youth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Then left the world and youth behind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah no! ’Tis we who fade and fail—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And you from Time’s slow torments free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall pass from strength to strength and scale</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The steeps of immortality.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">{75}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dear heart, in that serener air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">If blessed souls may backward gaze,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some slender nook of memory spare</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For our old happy moorland days.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sit alone, and musing fills</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My breast with pain that shall not die,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till once again o’er greener hills</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We ride together, you and I.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1912</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">{76}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="To_Lionel_Phillips8" title="To Lionel Phillips">
+    <i>To Lionel Phillips</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_8_8" href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Time</span>, they say, must the best of us capture,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And travel and battle and gems and gold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No more can kindle the ancient rapture,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For even the youngest of hearts grows old.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But in you, I think, the boy is not over;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">So take this medley of ways and wars</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the gift of a friend and a fellow-lover</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of the fairest country under the stars.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1909</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">{77}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="To_Major-General"  title="To Sir Reginald Talbot">
+    <i>To Major-General<br>
+    The Hon. Sir Reginald Talbot, K.C.B.</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_9_9" href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">I tell</span> of old Virginian ways;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And who more fit my tale to scan</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than you, who knew in far-off days</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The eager horse of Sheridan;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who saw the sullen meads of fate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The tattered scrub, the blood-drenched sod,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where Lee, the greatest of the great,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Bent to the storm of God?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I tell lost tales of savage wars;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And you have known the desert sands,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The camp beneath the silver stars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The rush at dawn of Arab bands,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fruitless toil, the hopeless dream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The fainting feet, the faltering breath,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While Gordon by the ancient stream</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Waited at ease on death.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">{78}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And now, aloof from camp and field,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">You spend your sunny autumn hours</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the green folds of Chiltern shield</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The nooks of Thames amid the flowers:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You who have borne that name of pride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In honour clean from fear or stain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which Talbot won by Henry’s side</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In vanquished Aquitaine.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1914</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">{79}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="From_the_Pentlands_Looking">
+    <i>From the Pentlands, Looking
+    North and South</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Around</span> my feet the clouds are drawn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the cold mystery of the dawn;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No breezes cheer, no guests intrude</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My mossy, mist-clad solitude;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When sudden down the steeps of sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flames a long, lightening wind. On high</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The steel-blue arch shines clear, and far,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the low lands where cattle are,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Towns smoke. And swift, a haze, a gleam,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Firth lies like a frozen stream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reddening with morn. Tall spires of ships,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like thorns about the harbour’s lips,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now shake faint canvas, now, asleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their salt, uneasy slumbers keep;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While golden-grey o’er kirk and wall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Day wakes in the ancient capital.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before me lie the lists of strife,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The caravanserai of life,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">{80}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Whence from the gates the merchants go</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the world’s highways; to and fro</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sail laden ships; and in the street</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lone foot-traveller shakes his feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in some corner by the fire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tells the old tale of heart’s desire.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thither from alien seas and skies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Comes the far-quested merchandise:—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wrought silks of Broussa, Mocha’s ware</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Brown-tinted, fragrant, and the rare</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thin perfumes that the rose’s breath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has sought, immortal in her death:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gold, gems, and spice, and haply still</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The red rough largess of the hill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which takes the sun and bears the vines</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Among the haunted Apennines.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And he who treads the cobbled street</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To-day in the cold North may meet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come month, come year, the dusky East,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And share the Caliph’s secret feast;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or in the toil of wind and sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bear pilgrim-staff, forlorn, fordone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till o’er the steppe, athwart the sand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gleam the far gates of Samarkand.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The ringing quay, the weathered face,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fair skies, dusk hands, the ocean race,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The palm-girt isle, the frosty shore,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gales and hot suns the wide world o’er,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grey North, red South, and burnished West,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The goals of the old tireless quest,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">{81}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Leap in the smoke, immortal, free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where shines yon morning fringe of sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I turn;—how still the moorlands lie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sleep-locked beneath the awakening sky!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The film of morn is silver-grey</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the young heather, and away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dim, distant, set in ribs of hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Green glens are shining, stream and mill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clachan and kirk and garden-ground,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All silent in the hush profound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which haunts alone the hills’ recess,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The antique home of quietness.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor to the folk can piper play</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The tune of “Hills and Far Away,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For they are with them. Morn can fire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No peaks of weary heart’s desire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor the red sunset flame behind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some ancient ridge of longing mind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Arcady is here, around,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In lilt of stream, in the clear sound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of lark and moorbird, in the bold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gay glamour of the evening gold.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so the wheel of seasons moves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To kirk and market, to mild loves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And modest hates, and still the sight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of brown kind faces, and when night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Draws dark around with age and fear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Theirs is the simple hope to cheer.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A land of peace where lost romance</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">{82}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And ghostly shine of helm and lance</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Still dwell by castled scarp and lea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the lost homes of chivalry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the good fairy folk, my dear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who speak for cunning souls to hear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In crook of glen and bower of hill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sing of the Happy Ages still.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O Thou to whom man’s heart is known,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grant me my morning orison.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grant me the rover’s path—to see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dawn arise, the daylight flee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the far wastes of sand and sun!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grant me with venturous heart to run</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the old highway, where in pain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ecstasy man strives amain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Outstrips his fellows, or, too weak,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Finds the great rest that wanderers seek!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grant me the joy of wind and brine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The zest of food, the taste of wine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fighter’s strength, the echoing strife,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The high tumultuous lists of life—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">May I ne’er lag, nor hapless fall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor weary at the battle-call!...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when the even brings surcease,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grant me the happy moorland peace;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That in my heart’s depth ever lie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That ancient land of heath and sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the old rhymes and stories fall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In kindly, soothing pastoral.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">{83}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">There in the hills grave silence lies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Death himself wears friendly guise;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There be my lot, my twilight stage,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dear city of my pilgrimage.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1898</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">{84}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Strong_Man_Armed">
+    <i>The Strong Man Armed</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">“Gift</span> me guerdon and grant me grace,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Said the Lord of the North.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Nothing I ask thee of gear or place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Ere I get me forth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gift one guerdon to mine and me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">For the shade and the sheen.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Ask and it shall be given unto thee,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Said Mary the Queen.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“May I never falter the wide world through,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">But stand in the gate:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">May my sword bite sharp and my steel ring true</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">At the ford and the strait:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bide not on bed nor dally with song</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">When the strife goeth keen:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This be my boon from the Gods of the Strong!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent6">“Be it so,” said the Queen.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">{85}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“May I stand in the mist and the clear and the chill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In the cycle of wars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the brown of the moss and the grey of the hill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">With my eyes to the stars!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gift this guerdon and grant this grace</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">That I bid good e’en,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sword in the hand and the foot to the race,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind in my teeth and the rain in my face!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent6">“Be it so,” said the Queen.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1895</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">{86}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Soldier_of_Fortune">
+    <i>The Soldier of Fortune</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">I have</span> seen thy face in the foray, I have heard thy voice in the fray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When the stars shrunk in the silence, and the wild midnights blew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Men have worn their steel blades, seeking by night and day;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Selling their souls for the vain dreams—I have followed the true.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Frosts have dulled the scabbard, suns have furrowed the thong,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the great winds of the north-east have steeled the vagrant eye.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So through the world I wander, haggard and fierce and strong,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Seeking the goal I see not, toiling I tell not why.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have loved all good things, song and woman and wine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The hearth’s red glow in the even, the gladsome face of a friend,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The suns and snows of the hill land, the sting of the winter’s brine,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">{87}</span>      <div class="verse indent2">Dawn and noon and the twilight, day and the daylight’s end.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the old path, ridden it fierce and strong,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By camp and city and moorland and the grey face of the sea.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wrath abides on my forehead but at my heart a song,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The ancient wayfaring ballad, the royal chant of the free.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For ever in cloud or in maytide Thy voice has been in my ear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In the quivering mists of battle Thy face has shone like a star.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Never the steel ranks broke when the Lord sent forth His fear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But Thy hand has held my bridle and girt my soul for war.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am broken and houseless, lost my clan and my name;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A stranger treads on my homelands, no heart remembereth me.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But be Thou my portion, Lady of dew and flame!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Little I ask of the red gold, having the winds and thee.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1899</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">{88}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Singer">
+    <i>The Singer</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Cold</span> blows the drift on the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sere is the heather,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">High goes the wind and shrill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Mirk is the weather.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stout be the front I show,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Come what the gods send!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Plaided and girt I go</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Forth to the world’s end.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My brain is the stithy of years,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My heart the red gold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which the gods with sharp anguish and tears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Have wrought from of old.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the shining first dawn o’ the world,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I was old as the sky—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The morning dew on the field</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Is no younger than I.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am the magician of life,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The hero of runes;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sorrows of eld and old strife</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ring clear in my tunes.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">{89}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">The sea lends her minstrel voice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The storm-cloud its grey;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ladies have wept at my notes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Fair ladies and gay.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My home is the rim of the mist,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The ring of the spray.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The hart has his corrie, the hawk has her nest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But I—the Lost Way.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come dawning or noontide, come winter or spring,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Come leisure, come war,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I tarry not, I, but my burden I sing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Beyond and afar.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sing of lost hopes and old kings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the maids of the past;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ye shiver adread at my strings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But ye heed them at last.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sing of cold death and the grave—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Fools tremble afraid:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sing of hot life, and the brave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Go forth undismayed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sleep by the well-head of joy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the fountain of pain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Man lives, loves, and fights, and then is not—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I only remain.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">{90}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Ye mock me and hold me to scorn—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I seek not your grace;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ye gird me with terror—forlorn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I laugh in your face.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1898</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">{91}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Processional10" title="Processional">
+    <i>Processional</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_10_10" href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">In</span> the ancient orderly places, with a blank and orderly mind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We sit in our green walled gardens and our corn and oil increase;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sunset nor dawn can wake us, for the face of the heavens is kind;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We light our taper at even and call our comfort peace.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Peaceful our clear horizon; calm as our sheltered days</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are the lilied meadows we dwell in, the decent highways we tread.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Duly we make our offerings, but we know not the God we praise,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For He is the God of the living, and we, His children, are dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will arise and get me beyond this country of dreams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where all is ancient and ordered and hoar with the frost of years,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the land where loftier mountains cradle their wilder streams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the fruitful earth is blessed with more bountiful smiles and tears:—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">{92}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There in the home of the lightnings, where the fear of the Lord is set free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the thunderous midnights fade to the turquoise magic of morn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The days of man are a vapour, blown from a shoreless sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A little cloud before sunrise, a cry in the void forlorn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am weary of men and cities and the service of little things,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the flame-like glories of life are shrunk to a candle’s ray.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Smite me, my God, with Thy presence, blind my eyes with Thy wings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In the heart of Thy virgin earth show me Thy secret way!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1906</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">{93}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Avignon">
+    <i>Avignon</i>
+  </h4>
+<p class="center">1759</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Hearts to break but nane to sell,</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gear to tine but nane to hain;—</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>We maun dree a weary spell</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ere our lad comes back again.</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">I walk</span> abroad on winter days,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When storms have stripped the wide champaign,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For northern winds have norland ways,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And scents of Badenoch haunt the rain.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And by the lipping river path,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When in the fog the Rhone runs grey,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I see the heather of the strath,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And watch the salmon leap in Spey.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The hills are feathered with young trees,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I set them for my children’s boys.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I made a garden deep in ease,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A pleasance for my lady’s joys.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">{94}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Strangers have heired them. Long ago</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">She died,—kind fortune thus to die;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And my one son by Beauly flow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Gave up the soul that could not lie.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old, elbow-worn, and pinched I bide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The final toll the gods may take.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The laggard years have quenched my pride;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They cannot kill the ache, the ache.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Weep not the dead, for they have sleep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Who lie at home; but ah, for me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the deep grave my heart will weep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With longing for my lost countrie.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Hearts to break but nane to sell,</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gear to tine but nane to hain;—</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>We maun dree a weary spell</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ere our lad comes back again.</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1911</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">{95}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Gipsys_Song_to_the_Lady_Cassilis">
+    <i>The Gipsy’s Song to the Lady Cassilis</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot_ans">
+<p>“Whereupon the Faas, coming down from the Gates of Galloway,
+did so bewitch my lady that she forgat husband and kin,
+and followed the tinkler’s piping.”—Chap-book of the <i>Raid
+of Cassilis</i>.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">The</span> door is open to the wall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The air is bright and free;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Adown the stair, across the hall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And then—the world and me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bare grey bent, the running stream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The fire beside the shore;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And we will bid the hearth farewell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And never seek it more,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And never seek it more.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And you shall wear no silken gown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">No maid shall bind your hair;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The yellow broom shall be your gem,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Your braid the heather rare.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Athwart the moor, adown the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Across the world away;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">{96}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">The path is long for happy hearts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That sing to greet the day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That sing to greet the day.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When morning cleaves the eastern grey,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the lone hills are red;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When sunsets light the evening way</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And birds are quieted;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In autumn noon and springtide dawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By hill and dale and sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The world shall sing its ancient song</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of hope and joy for thee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of hope and joy for thee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And at the last no solemn stole</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Shall on thy breast be laid;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No mumbling priest shall speed thy soul,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">No charnel vault thee shade.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But by the shadowed hazel copse,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Aneath the greenwood tree,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where airs are soft and waters sing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Thou’lt ever sleep by me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">My love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Thou’lt ever sleep by me.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1898</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">{97}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Wood_Magic">
+    <i>Wood Magic</i>
+  </h4>
+<p class="center">(9th Century)</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">I will</span> walk warily in the wise woods on the fringes of eventide,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For the covert is full of noises and the stir of nameless things.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have seen in the dusk of the beeches the shapes of the lords that ride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And down in the marish hollow I have heard the lady who sings.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And once in an April gloaming I met a maid on the sward,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">All marble-white and gleaming and tender and wild of eye;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I, Jehan the hunter, who speak am a grown man, middling hard,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But I dreamt a month of the maid, and wept I knew not why.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Down by the edge of the firs, in a coppice of heath and vine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Is an old moss-grown altar, shaded by briar and bloom,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">{98}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Denys, the priest, hath told me ’twas the lord Apollo’s shrine</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In the days ere Christ came down from God to the Virgin’s womb.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I never go past but I doff my cap and avert my eyes—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">(Were Denys to catch me I trow I’d do penance for half a year.)—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For once I saw a flame there and the smoke of a sacrifice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a voice spake out of the thicket that froze my soul with fear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wherefore to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Mary the Blessed Mother, and the kindly Saints as well,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will give glory and praise, and them I cherish the most,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For they have the keys of Heaven, and save the soul from Hell.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But likewise I will spare for the lord Apollo a grace,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And a bow for the lady Venus—as a friend but not as a thrall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Tis true they are out of Heaven, but some day they may win the place;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For gods are kittle cattle, and a wise man honours them all.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1911</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">{99}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="The_Song_of_the_Sea_Captain">
+    <i>The Song of the Sea Captain</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot_ans">
+<p>Diego d’Alboquerque, brother of the great Affonso, a knight of the
+Portuguese Order of Jesus Christ, having landed on the coast
+north of Zanzibar, wandered to the Abyssinian highlands,
+where he saw and loved Prester John’s daughter, Melissa, a
+cousin of the Lady of Tripoli (<i>la princesse lointaine</i>). He was
+slain off Goa in the great fight with the Sultan of Muscat.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">I sail</span> a lone sea captain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Around the southern seas;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Worn as my cheek, the flag of Christ</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Floats o’er me on the breeze.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By green isle and by desert,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By little white-walled town,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To west wind and to east wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I lead my galleons down.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know the black south-easter,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I know the drowsy calms</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the slow tide creeps shoreward</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To lave the idle palms.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of many a stark sea battle</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Muslim foe can tell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When their dark dhows I sent to crabs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And their dark souls to hell.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">{100}</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Small reck have I of Muslim,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Small reck of winds and seas,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The waters are my pathway</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To bring me to my ease.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dawns that burn above me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are torches set to light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My footsteps to a garden</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of roses red and white.</div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Five months we stood from Lagos,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">While, scant of food and sleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We tracked da Gama’s highroad</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Across the Guinea deep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All spent we were with watching</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When, ghostly as a dream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Bona Esperanza cape</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Rose dark upon the beam.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then by the low green inlets</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We groped our passage forth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Outside the shallow surf-bars</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We headed for the north.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sofala gave us victual,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Inyaka ease and rest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But of the wayside harbours</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I loved Melinda best.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Twas on a day in April,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Feast of Rosaly,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">{101}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">We beached our weary vessels,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Cried farewell to the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And with ten stout companions</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And hearts with youth made bold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We sought the inland mountains</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of which our fathers told.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">No chart had we or counsel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To guide our weary feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To north and west we wandered</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In drought and dust and heat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till o’er the steaming tree-tops</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We saw the far-off dome</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of mystic icy mountains,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And knew the Prester’s home.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nine days we clomb the foothills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nine days the mountain wall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sheer cliff and ancient forest</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And fretted waterfall;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And on the tenth we entered</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A meadow cool and deep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in the Prester’s garden</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We laid us down to sleep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Long time we fared like princes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In palaces of stone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For never guest goes cheerless</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Who meets with Prester John;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">{102}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Where woodlands mount to gardens</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And gardens climb to snows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And wells of living water</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sing rondels to the rose.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there among the roses,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">More white and red than they,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There walked the gleaming lady,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The princess far away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dearer her golden tresses</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Than the high pomp of wars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And deep and still her eyes as lakes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That brood beneath the stars.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There walked we and there spoke we</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of things that may not cease,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of life and death and God’s dear love</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the eternal peace.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For in that shadowed garden</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The world had grown so small</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That one white girl in one white hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Could clasp and hold it all.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I craved the Prester’s blessing,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I kissed his kingly hand:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Too soon has come the parting</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">From this fair mountain land.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">{103}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">But shame it were for Christian knight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To take his leisure here</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When o’er the broad and goodly earth</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Muslim sends his fear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I go to gird my sword on,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To drive my fleets afar,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To court the wrath of tempests,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The dusty toils of war.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when my vows are ended,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Then, joyous from the fray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I come to claim my lady,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The princess far away.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse ell_spacing">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</div>
+</div>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sail a lone sea captain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Across the southern seas;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Worn as my cheek, the flag of Christ</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Still flaunts upon the breeze.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By green isle and by desert,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By little white-walled town,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To west wind and to east wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I lead my galleons down.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But in the starkest tempest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And in the drowsy heats,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where on the shattered coral</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The far-drawn breaker beats:</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">{104}</span>      <div class="verse indent0">In seas of dreaming water,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And in the wind-swept spray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I see my snow-white lady,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The princess far away.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes in inland places</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We march for weary days,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where thorns parch in the noontide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or fens are dark with haze;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For me ’tis but a march of dreams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For ever, clear and low,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hear cool waters falling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In the garden of the snow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Small reck have I of Muslim,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Small reck of sands or seas;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wide world is my pathway</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To lead me to my ease.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dawns that burn above me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are torches set to light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My footsteps to a garden</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of rose red and white.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1905</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">{105}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="Antiphilus_of_Byzantium">
+    <i>Antiphilus of Byzantium</i>
+  </h4>
+<p class="center"><i>Anth. Pal.</i> ix. 546.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Give</span> me a mat on the deck,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When the awnings sound to the blows of the spray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the hearthstones crack with the flames a-back</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the pot goes bubbling away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Give me a boy to cook my broth;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For table a ship’s plank lacking a cloth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And never a fork or knife;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, after a game with a rusty pack,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bo’sun’s whistle to pipe us back—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That’s the fortune fit for a king,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For Oh! I love common life!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1895</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">{106}</span></p>
+
+
+  <h4 class="nobreak" id="An_Echo_of_Meleager">
+    <i>An Echo of Meleager</i>
+  </h4>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0 drop-cap"><span class="firstword smcap">Scorn</span> not my love, proud child. The summers wane.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Long ere the topmost mountain snows have gone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Spring is fleeting; ’neath the April rain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For one brief day flowers laugh on Helicon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The breeze that fans thy honeyed cheek this noon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To-morrow will be blasts that scourge the main,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And youth and joy and laughter fleet too soon.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Scorn not my love, proud child. The summers wane.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">To-day the rose blooms by the garden plot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The swallows twitter ’neath the Parian dome;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But soon the roses fall and lie forgot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And soon the swallows will be turning home.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tempt not the arrows of the Cyprian’s eye,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Vex not the god that will not brook disdain;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love is the port to which the wise barks fly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Scorn not my love, proud child. The summers wane.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="mr16">1910</span>
+</p>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<div class="footnotes">
+<p class="ph3">FOOTNOTES:</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> The occasion of these verses requires a note. The union in
+1900 of the Free Church of Scotland and the United Presbyterian
+Church led to the secession of certain congregations of the former,
+who called themselves the Free Church, and maintained that the
+union involved a departure from the principles of that church
+and a breach of the conditions under which certain properties
+were held. They brought an action to establish their right to
+these properties, as the sole remaining repository of Free Church
+principles. This action was decided against the claimants in the
+Scottish courts, but, on appeal, the House of Lords, under the
+guidance of Lord Halsbury (then Lord Chancellor), reversed the
+decision.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_2_2" href="#FNanchor_2_2" class="label">[2]</a> Mr Henry Johnston, K.C., of the Scots Bar (afterwards
+Lord Johnston), led for the appellants.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_3_3" href="#FNanchor_3_3" class="label">[3]</a> The leading counsel for the respondents was Mr R. B. Haldane
+(M.P. for East Lothian), afterwards Lord Chancellor of England.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_4_4" href="#FNanchor_4_4" class="label">[4]</a> A famous Free Church divine of the old school.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_5_5" href="#FNanchor_5_5" class="label">[5]</a> The Greek text has not been followed in the songs, as it would
+be hard to find equivalents for Lycidas and Simichidas in Lowland
+Scots. Jock’s song is a free paraphrase of Victor Hugo’s <i>Guitare</i>.
+How close that famous lyric is to the Theocritean manner will
+be admitted by those who remember Walter Headlam’s Greek
+version of it.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_6_6" href="#FNanchor_6_6" class="label">[6]</a> The Lang Whang is the old Edinburgh-Lanark road.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_7_7" href="#FNanchor_7_7" class="label">[7]</a> From “The Marquis of Montrose.”</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_8_8" href="#FNanchor_8_8" class="label">[8]</a> From “Prester John.”</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_9_9" href="#FNanchor_9_9" class="label">[9]</a> From “Salute to Adventurers.”</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_10_10" href="#FNanchor_10_10" class="label">[10]</a> From “A Lodge in the Wilderness.”</p></div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77335 ***</div>
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