MONOGRAPH OF DURA DEN. 



DURA DEN. 



Lines by the Rev. John Andkkson, Ministek of Kinnoui-i., 

 Author of the " Pleasures of Home." 



How many pass, unthinking and unmoved, 

 Through scenes that wake in others noble thought- 

 O'er vivid footprints of the unseen God — 

 'Mid speaking witnesses of scheming man ! 

 Pause, traveller ! for thou treadest such a scene ; 

 Records of God and man surround thee here ! 



That Ruin, beetling o'er the rippling stream, 

 Where pensile wild-flowers drink the crystal wave, 

 And flitting flies betray the lurking trout 

 To the keen angler ; mark that mouldering wreck ; 

 'Tis the hoar remnant of a famous pile. 

 Where the last Scottish Parhament convened, 

 And feebly grasp'd a sceptre, soon to pass 

 To other hands, stretch'd eagerly for power. 



Note yonder hill, by far-seen pillar crown'd, 

 And cinctured by a zone of stately trees ; 

 A prouder glory rests upon its brow ; 

 More deathless verdure clothes its classic side ; 

 For there a Bard, whose name shall never die. 

 Sir David Lindsay, sang his Doric lay. 



