8 AN ANGLER S RAMBLES 



XX. 



In the broad valley of the Dee, 

 Whose wealth of fish and dearth of tree 



Find comment in old annal ; 

 And in that strath, to anglers dear, 

 Where Don and Urie blend their cheer 



In one harmonious channel. 



XXI. 



He proceed- In those sweet Esks whose seaward course 



eth to Forfar- 



shire and Seems of persuasion more than force, 



dippeth line 



Yet thralls confess'd of ocean ; 

 Which in the spring-time render up 

 The overflowing of their cup 



With emulous devotion. 



XXII. 



He passeth Where wed the Garry and the Tilt, 



to the High- 

 lands of In the chosen stronghold of the kilt, 



Perthshire, 



Rock-bound and deck'd with heather ; 

 In pools bridged o'er with leafy arch, 

 Birch, hazel, alder, oak, and larch, 



I've cast the cunning feather. 



XXIII. 



On Tummel too, whose life is all 

 One fair romance from lake to fall, 



Soul-moving, eye-delighting ; 

 A story and a vision both 

 Which strangely, in our later growth, 



Renews its power inviting. 



