24 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



LXXXIV. 



Glorious old Teviot ! I hold faith 

 In thy bright waters to the death 



My heart beats to their timing ; 

 They travel with me in my dreams, 

 And greet the ear, when morning beams, 



With their melodious chiming. 



LXXXV. 



For, all the spring and summer long, 

 And in the autumn-tide, my song 



Upon their banks is chaunted : 

 And waves untired the angler's wand 

 Where waved of old revengeful brand 



And rival banners flaunted. 



LXXXVI. 



As fair, not dearer, yet as dear, 

 Persuading more the inner ear 



The inner vision moving 

 Ettrick and Yarrow, hand in hand, 

 The sisters of the Forest land, 



Divide my spirit's loving. 



LXXXVII. 



With them, as with creations bright 

 Of inexhaustible delight, 



My boyhood's fancy revell'd ; 

 And loves and friendships too were form'd,- 

 Some chill'd by time and others warm'd, 



Some by the mower levell'd. 



