J. AND R. PARLANE, PAISLEY. 1893, APM 4437 ΤΟ THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE MERSE, NOT ONLY IN SCOTLAND BUT IN EVERY PART OF THE WORLD, WHO HAVE NEVER FORGOT THEIR NATIVE COUNTY, 3 Dedicate FOR DEAR MEMORY'S SAKE THESE SKETCHES OF ITS SONGS AND SINGERS. It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of nien; To write some earnest verse or line, Shall make a clearer faith and manhood shine He who doth this, in verse or prose, May be forgotten in his day, But surely shall be crowned at last with those Who live and speak for aye. -JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. DEAR native Merse! a glorious plain, I Streak'd wi' the sunbeams, mild and sweet gaze far o'er thy fair domain, Where true hearts in their gladness beat; I come to tread thy fields again, Where long my fathers till'd thy soil, And with thee and thy sons remain, Till there I end life's ceaseless toil. All that I love on earth is there, Land of my fathers! happy land : Be virtuous all thy daughters fair, And all thy sons in honour stand! May tyrants and their minions flee Far from the Merse's bounds away! May truth and genius dwell in thee! Thy toiling sons be glad for aye! The land of Boston and M'Crie, Where Erskine preached and Baillie sung, Where, by the Leader's haughs and lea, The Rhymer's wizard harp was strung! There, o'er thy waters, woods, and rills, Shall all their varied charms display. No land e'er blessed by sun or shower, As that which holds my native home! Though bleak and bare thy hills may be, -DR. GEORGE HENDErson. |