ARGYLLSHIRE. 5* 



And the teaching of forgiveness 



Grey Iona's creed became, 

 Not a sign for men to reverence, 



But a burning brand of shame. 



Still among the names, that Ruin 

 Had not numbered in her train, 



Lived the great Clan, proud as ever, 

 Of the race of strong Machine. 



And his boy, like her he wedded, 

 Though of nature like the dove, 



Showed the eagle spirit flashing 

 Through a heritage of love. 



Heir of all the vassals' homage 

 Rendered to the grisly sire, 



He had grown his people's treasure, 

 Fostered as their hearts' desire. 



Surely safety guards his footsteps, 



Enmity lie hath not sown ; 

 Yet who stealthily glides near him, 



Whose the arm around him thrown? 



It is Eachan, who has wolf-like 

 Seized upon a helpless prey ! 



Fearlessly and fast he bears him, 

 Where a cliff* o'erhangs the bay. 



* Called to this day " Malcolm's Cliff." 



