CHI MINGS OF THE HEATHER BELLS. 



When the Scotsman bids adieu to his native land, 

 the thought of parting wrings from him passionate 

 tributes of affection and reverence for this lowly dweller 

 on her mountain side. So pronounced is this senti- 

 ment, and so evident to the outside world, that in his 

 early days it moved the sympathetic heart of the 

 great Ruskin to dedicate one of his rare flights of 

 poesy to this plaintive theme of "The Scotsman's Fare- 

 well." 



Shagram's Farewell to Shetland 



Farewell, my dear country, so savage and hoar; 



I shall range on thy heath-covered Sumbrugh no 



more; 



For lo! I am snatched to a far distant shore, 

 To wish for my country in vain. 



They say it is savage, and covered with snow, 

 But still purple Heather and grass are below; 

 And I care not, though o'er it the cold breezes blow, 

 For still it is fertile to me. 



John Ruskin. 



The Scotsman's Farewell 



Let me gaze on those mountains, with heath overgrown, 

 Mid those wild flowers I sported, e'er sorrow I 



knew; 



Let me leave them one tear, ere my bark shall be thrown 

 O'er the wave that may hide them forever from 

 view! 



John Burns. 



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