HEATHER BELLS IN SCOTTISH SCENERY. 



The Freedom of the Hills 



Oh ! what is Scotland's greatest pride ? 



Is it her streams and fountains, 

 Lochs, isles, and dark woods spreading wide ? 



Nay ! 'tis her glorious mountains ! 

 Where granite grey and shingly sheen 



Fling back the sun together 

 'Mong yellow whins and brackens green, 



Or fragrant purple heather. 



Robert Bird. 



Know'st Thou the Land? 



(In imitation of Goethe.) 



Know'st thou the land of the hardy green thistle, 

 Where oft o'er the mountain the shepherd's shrill 



whistle 



Is heard in the gloamin' so sweetly to sound, 

 Where the red blooming heather and hair-bell abound ? 



Hurrah for the Highlands 



I have trod merry England and dwelt on its charms ; 

 I have wandered through Erin, the gem of the sea ; 

 But the Highlands alone the true Scottish heart warms, 

 Her heather is blooming, her eagles are free. 



Andrew Park. 

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