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solitude is no longer to be found in the scene which 

 Scott, in ' Marmion,' chooses as of all places the 

 most solitar}'. 



Here, have I thought, 'twere sweet to dwell, 

 And rear again the chaplain's cell. 



But no longer does 



' Your horse's hoof tread sound too rude, 

 So stilly is the solitude.' 



Stilly ! with the horns and songs from omni- 

 busses that carr}- tourists, and with yells from 

 nj-mphs and swains disporting themselves in the 

 boats. Yarrow is only the old Yarrow in winter. 

 Ages and revolutions must pass before the ancient 

 peace returns ; and onh* if the golden age is born 

 again, and if we revive in it, shall we find St. Mary's 

 what St. ]\Iary's was lang S}-ne — 



Ah, Buddha, if thy tale be true, 



Of still returning life, 

 A monk may I be born anew, 



In valleys free from strife, — 

 A monk where Jleggat winds and laves 

 The lone St. Mary's of the Waves. 



Yarrow, \\hich flo\vs out of St. Alary 's Loch, 

 was never a great favourite of mine, as far as fish- 



