AND ANGLING SONGS. 27 



XCVI. 



Waved vigorous wand in these glad days, 

 Aytoun, whose patriotic lays 



Keep march with Scotland's standard ; 

 Then Gordon moved the list'ning hills 

 With eloquence, and by the rills 



Sage Ferrier, musing, wander'd. 



xcvn. 

 With reason may our Scottish North The angler 



Boast Of itS jOyOUS WelHngS forth our Norland 



rivers, and 



Its sea-arms, salmon-haunted concede* to 



them a cer- 



ItS tidal flow. Which foetid Sewer tain measure 



of superi- 



Hath not disturb'd, nor yet the roar "ty- 



Of engine disenchanted ; 



XCVIII. 



The tarns that with its purpling heights 

 Associate dark, forbidden rites 



And mysteries illegal 

 Lochans at which the red-deer slakes 

 His noon-day thirst, and, as morn breaks, 



His matins holds the eagle. 



xcix. 



Our Lowland valleys bear to these 

 A world of fair affinities, 



But want the features awing 

 The solitude the rocky tracks 

 Appointed to the cataracts 



The morn's grand curtain-drawing. 



