THE NAMELESS RIVULET. "WE met within a Highland glen— Then, nameless stream, I imaged thee Whose soul is fill'd with guileless love, Which wanders 'mid the haunts of men, Like brothers, streamlet, forth we fared, Upon a July morn, And left behind us rocky steep, And mountain wastes forlorn. THE NAMELESS RIVULET. Where'er thy murmuring footsteps stray'd, Along with thee I went; Thy haunts were Nature's fanes, and I 129 Adown by meadows green we roved, Then came the forest dark and deep; The leaves and boughs, with foliage bowed, And through the leafy vale the sun Fell lone and fitfully, To kiss thy waves, that from the hills Came flowing on with me. And when we left the wild-wood's shade, The reapers' song came sweetly down, Away we went by hut and hall, Away by cottage lone, Now lingering by a patch of wood, Now moving heedless on! Where praying monks had been we passed, And all was silent there, Save when thy voice the echoes waked, And o'er leaf-shadowed waterfalls, We cheerily did leap. And then a spot upon us burst, Beneath the setting sun; My journey ends when starlight comes— Thine is not well begun! Now, Highland streamlet, ere we part, Of all we've seen since, silently, THE NAMELESS RIVULET. Lovest thou best the meadow Or Highland valley grey? 131 green, Or lovest thou best, by hazel braes, Or dost thou love where forest trees Or wealthy fields, where golden grain, Ripe, to the sun, is waving! The rustle of thy fleety foot Upon my ear doth fall Thou stream, like this full heart of mine, Without a name, and all unknown, How much of love and beauty in Unnoted things do dwell." ROBERT NICOLL. A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. THIS is the place. Stand still, my steed, And summon from the shadowy past The past and present reunite, Here runs the highway to the town, There the green lane descends, Through which I walked to church with thee, Oh! gentlest of my friends! The shadow of the linden trees Lay moving on the grass; Between them and the moving boughs, A shadow thou didst pass. Thy dress was like the lilies, And thy heart as pure as they; One of God's holy angels Did walk with me that day. |