1JI8 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



l]e treamg of Hi cotlantr for me! 



i. 



The streams of Old Scotland for me ! 



The joyous, the wilful, the wild; 

 The waters of song and of glee, 

 That ramble away to the sea 



With the step and the mirth of a child ! 



II. 

 The valleys of England are wide, 



Her rivers rejoice every one ; 

 In grace and in beauty they glide, 

 And water-flowers float at their side 



As they gleam in the rays of the sun. 



III. 



But where is the speed and the spray ? 



The dark lakes that welter them forth ? 

 Tree and heath nodding over their way ? 

 The rock and the precipice grey, 



That bind the wild streams of the north ? 



IV. 



Hath the salmon a dormient home 

 In track of the barbel or bream? 

 Or holds he his fastness of foam 

 Where the wraiths of the dark storm roam 

 At the break of a wandering stream? 



