The hills - one golden dream! Blest be the two Promoters Of the Great Loch Lomond scheme. They travelled on by glen and loch Enjoyed they most of all Until at Stron-na-chlacher They deigned to sit and feed: Good appetites to all who eat, Adown Loch Katrine's silver wave They sat and soaked, and soaked and sat, Happy as kings and queens. How sweet is rain that makes the hills To vanish like a dream How wise were the Promoters Of the Great Loch Lomond scheme. 504 GREAT LOCH LOMOND SCHEME. Ere long the kindly skies grew bright The clouds pass off: the purple peaks And though the Glasgow tourists swarm Enjoys itself at ease. Success to every drop of rain But most to the Promoters Of the Great Loch Lomond scheme. On the thirtieth of November, Eighteen hundred and seventy-five, The humble poet sat her down As on that pleasant day, To finish up this lay: But ah, she only went to sleep, "Good luck to the two Promoters Of the Great Loch Lomond scheme." In clouds across her window pane And all her brains are frozen up, Her soul alone has eyes. With them she sees the gleaming loch, The sunset hues, as clear As paradise the silent moon, The faces kind and dear. And still she says, "Tis good to sleep, And better still to dream Long life to the two Promoters Of the Great Loch Lomond scheme." MISSED. M. C. N. P. Died September 20, 1879. "Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; OUR angels, sure, stand round That small spot of moonlight ground, O'er his eyes, and hands, and feet. Feet too soft for this world's road, - Five years' space · Just to learn the little face And remember it: to hear In the child-voice pure and clear Words that seemed to teach His ways, Who "out of babes' mouths perfects praise; " Then, this silence. Gather here, Living children, good and dear, Yet the holiest spot on earth To the hearts, whose lips are dumb. |