SCOTLAND ROBERT BURNS O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! 5 And, O! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle. NOTES "Scotland" is an extract from "The Cotter's Saturday Night." 1 Scotia. "Land of Scots" - from Scotus, Scot. A name given to Scotland. 174 SONG OF THE MYSTIC* REV. ABRAM J. RYAN Rev. Abram Joseph Ryan, the poet-priest, was born in Norfolk, Virginia, August 15, 1839. When he was about seven years of age, his parents moved to St. Louis, where he was placed in school. Even as a boy, he had a fine mind, and his deeply religious tendency led him to study for the priesthood. Just after his consecration as a priest, in 1861, he joined the Confederate Army, serving throughout the war either as chaplain or soldier. After the war he continued his priestly service in various Southern cities, and besides ministering to the unfortunate, founded and edited literary and religious journals, and wrote verses. He died in Louisville, Kentucky, April 22, 1886. I walk down the Valley of Silence Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone! Long ago was I weary of voices Where music my heart could not win; That fretted my soul with their din; Where I met but the human — and sin. I walked in the world with the worldly; *Reprinted by permission of the publishers, P. J. Kenedy & Sons, New York City. And I said: "In the world each Ideal, And still did I pine for the perfect, And still found the False with the True; But caught a mere glimpse of its blue; And I toiled on, heart-tired of the Human, And I heard a voice call me. Since then I walk down the Valley of Silence That lies far beyond mortal ken. Do you ask what I found in the Valley? And above me a Voice said, "Be mine." Do you ask how I live in the Valley? I weep- and I dream and I pray. But my tears are as sweet as the dew-drops And my prayer, like the perfume from censers, In the hush of the Valley of Silence And the music floats down the dim Valley, But far on the deep there are billows And I have seen thoughts in the Valley - Their footsteps can scarcely be heard; Do you ask me the place of the Valley, And God and His angels are there: HELPS FOR STUDY What is the meaning of "mystic"? Do you think this poem relates a personal experience of the poet? Of what had he grown weary? Explain "I craved what the world never gave." What is the "Real"? Explain "mortal ken." Explain "trysting place with the Divine." To what does the "Dove of the Deluge" refer? Explain "harrowed by care." Why do you think the poet places the Valley between the two mountains which he names "Sorrow" and "Prayer"? ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS The Sword of Robert Lee In Memory of My Brother The Land We Love A Memory The Old Year and the New Year |