110 THE SPIRIT OF GLENCROE. 



Hast thou no message, herald lone, 

 Perch'd on thy lofty turret-brow ? 



" Rest and be thankful," says the stone, 

 Bird of the rocks ! what sayest thou ? 



" Rest to the weary rest for men 



Through earth's dark pass worn wand'rers they- 



Rest is the spirit of our Glen, 

 But ah ! that rest lies far away ! 



" 'Tis far away, 'tis far away ! 



Above my watch-tow'r lift your eyes ; 

 Rest, weary wand'rers, rest ye may, 



But rest not till ye reach the skies !" 



