206 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



^Strtams of Hb <ScxrtIattb for me ! 



The streams of Old Scotland for me ! 



The joyous, the wilful, the wild ; 

 The waters of song and of glee, 

 That ramble away to the sea 



"With the step and the mirth of a child 1 



ii. 



The valleys of England are wide, 



Her rivers rejoice every one ; 

 In grace and in beauty they glide, 

 And water-flowers float at their side 

 As they gleam in the rays of the sun. 



in. 



But where is the speed and the spray ? 



The dark lakes that welter them forth ? 

 Tree and heath nodding over their way ? 

 The rock and the precipice grey, 



That bind the wild streams of the north ? 



IV. 



Hath the salmon a dormient home 

 In track of the barbel or bream ? 



Or holds he his fastness of foam 



Where the wraiths of the dark storm roam 

 At the break of a wandering stream ? 



