Pleasant as roses in the thickets blown, Mount slowly, sun! and may our journey lie Awhile within the shadow of this hill, This friendly hill, a shelter from thy beams! Such is the summer pilgrim's frequent wish; And as that wish, with prevalence of thanks For present good o'er fear of future ill, Stole in among the morning's blither thoughts, 'Twas chased away, for towards the western side Of the broad vale, casting a casual glance, We saw a throng of people ;-wherefore met? Blithe notes of music, suddenly let loose On the thrilled ear, did to the question yield Prompt answer; they proclaim the annual Wake, Which the bright season favours. Tabor and pipe In purpose joined to hasten and reprove The laggard Rustic; and repay with boons Of merriment a parti-coloured knot, By the broad hill, glistened upon our sight That gay assemblage. Round them and above, Casement, and cottage roof, and stems of trees Said I, "The music and the sprightly scene Th' appointed task and duties of the day, Checking the finer spirits that refuse To flow, when purposes are lightly changed? We must proceed; a length of journey yet Remains untraced." Then, pointing with his staff Towards those craggy summits, his intent He thus imparted: "In a spot that lies Among yon mountain fastnesses concealed, From sight of One who lives secluded there, (Not to forestall such knowledge as may be More faithfully collected from himself), This brief communication shall suffice. 66 Though now sojourning there, he, like myself, Sprang from a stock of lowly parentage Among the wilds of Scotland; in a tract Where many a sheltered and well-tended plant, Upon the humblest ground of social life, Of piety and simple innocence. Such grateful promises his youth displayed; And, as he showed in study forward zeal, All helps were sought, all measures strained, that he, By due scholastic discipline prepared, Might to the Ministry be called; which done, Partly through lack of better hopes—and part, In early life he undertook the charge Of Chaplain to a military troop, Cheered by the Highland bagpipe, as they marched In plaided vest-his fellow-countrymen. This office filling, and by native power, An intellectual ruler in the haunts Of social vanity, he walked the world, Lax, buoyant-less a pastor with his flock Than a soldier among soldiers-lived and roamed Whom he had sensibility to love, Ambition to attempt, and skill to win. 66 For this fair Bride, most rich in gifts of mind, Nor sparingly endowed with worldly wealth, |