Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Must scorn a timid song. Say, then, that he was wise as brave; He sought his moral creed. Said generous Rob, 'What need of books? 'We have a passion-make a law, 'And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose Distinctions that are plain and few : These find I graven on my heart: That tells me what to do. 'The creatures see of flood and field, For why?-because the good old rule That they should take, who have the power, 'A lesson that is quickly learned, 'All freakishness of mind is checked; Each fashions his desires. 'All kinds, and creatures, stand and fall And who is to submit. 'Since, then, the rule of right is plain, And thus among these rocks he lived, And Rob was lord below. So was it would, at least, have been Or shall we say an age too soon? Then rents and factors, rights of chase, Rob Roy had never lingered here, To these few meagre Vales confined; But thought how wide the world, the times And to his Sword he would have said, Judge thou of law and fact! ''Tis fit that we should do our part, Becoming that mankind should learn In fatherly concern. 'Of old things all are over old, Of good things none are good enough :- 'I, too, will have my kings that take 60 70 80 90 And, if the word had been fulfilled, Oh! say not so; compare them not; For Thou, although with some wild thoughts, Wild Chieftain of a savage Clan! Hadst this to boast of; thou didst love And, had it been thy lot to live For thou wert still the poor man's stay, Bear witness many a pensive sigh Of thoughtful Herdsman when he strays And by Loch Lomond's braes. And, far and near, through vale and hill, The proud heart flashing through the eyes, At sound of ROB Roy's name. 100 110 120 Between 1803 and 1805 XII D EGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord! Whom mere despite of heart could so far please, And love of havoc, (for with such disease Fame taxes him,) that he could send forth word To level with the dust a noble horde, Sept. 1803 ΤΟ XIII YARROW UNVISITED SEE the various Poems the scene of which is laid upon the banks of the 'Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny Bride, F ROM Stirling castle we had seen 'Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town, But we will downward with the Tweed, 'There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, Both lying right before us; And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed The lintwhites sing in chorus; There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land Made blithe with plough and harrow: Why throw away a needful day ΤΟ 20 'What's Yarrow but a river bare, That glides the dark hills under? As worthy of your wonder.' -Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn; My True-love sighed for sorrow; And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! 'Oh! green,' said I, 'are Yarrow's holms, And sweet is Yarrow flowing! Fair hangs the apple frae the rock,1 But we will leave it growing. O'er hilly path, and open Strath, But, though so near, we will not turn 'Let beeves and home-bred kine partake 6 Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown! It must, or we shall rue it : 30 40 We have a vision of our own; 50 Ah! why should we undo it? The treasured dreams of times long past, We'll keep them, winsome Marrow! For when we're there, although 'tis fair, 'Twill be another Yarrow ! 'If Care with freezing years should come, And wandering seem but folly, Should we be loth to stir from home, And yet be melancholy; Should life be dull, and spirits low, "Twill soothe us in our sorrow, That earth has something yet to show, 1 See Hamilton's Ballad as above. 1803 60 |