1 6 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



LIT. 



J^uTthhis where Da er, like a dower'd bride, 



t?aTn O a f nd Strikes league of love with infant Clyde, 



In hearing of the plover ; 

 Surrendering her ampler power, 

 To the strong impulse of the hour, 

 The frenzy of the lover ! 



LIII. 



All the sad presages that strew 

 Thy history, in the long ago, 



Rise up, like apparitions. 

 Fair Clyde ! when in thy valley's heart 

 I rest suspending my loved art, 



To con thy rude traditions. 



LIV. 



Reflected on these waters bright, 

 The image of a val'rous knight 



With this day-dreaming mingles 

 The patriot warrior, at whose name 

 Even still, when jealous of her fame, 



The ear of Scotland tingles. 



LV. 



Assertor of his country's rights 

 The flower and glory of her knights 



Our boyhood's hero, Wallace ! 

 With whose high purposes were blent, 

 Stirr'd by the red fires of the tent, 



Sweet images of solace : 



