A manly heart lost this our Border land, 

 When thine, O Younger, to the grave was borne ; 

 And friends, even some who never clasped thy hand, 

 In every valley thy departure mourn ; 

 For generous hearts are few upon the earth 

 And genial natures, such as guided thee : 

 Grave thoughts and sad swept o'er thee, but thy mirth 

 Out-rode them all a life-boat on the sea : 

 And 'mong thy friends how many felt the charm 

 Of thy keen intellect and racy tongue ! 

 Thy tide of thoughts, thy feelings ever warm, 

 Portrayed a nature deep, and fresh, and young 

 Even in thine age ; and long thy name will stand 

 Respected, honoured, loved, on thine own Border land. 



