The Trossachs Sleep! the deer is in his den; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying: 67 SIR WALTER SCOTT. HEATHER "O Caledonia! stern and wild! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, SCOTT, Lay of the Last Minstrel. It may be that four-fifths of Scotland is unfit for cultivation but it seems that the Creator has made some compensation, for He gave to its people sons like Scott, Stevenson and Burns, and landscapes where mountains, moors, and lochs are filled with romance, legend, folklore and adventure. He also covered her hillside with heather, that serves sooner or later to draw every son of Scotland back to his native land. All my life long I had longed to see heather In the land of my kinsmen far over the seaNow here is heather like a wide purple ocean Rolling its tides toward me, Dark, dipping waves of it, deeper than amethyst Long, curving swells of it, dusky and lovely, Or in a gray mist, sombre and wonderful, Far over earth that would meet with the heavens Now I am shaken by great storms of beauty MARGUERITE WILKINSON. |