A ROUND your northern home, where never cease The ebb and flow of Nith, whose waters glide Rich with their memories of the Muse; whose tide, In haunts of moorfowl and the wandering fleece, Down by Caerlaverock beyond old Dumfries, To Solway brings its dowry, like a bride; There do the lowland mothers mourn with pride The lowland sons, whom War hath lapped in Peace. But you -- be nobly gladsome, seeing that what Was great aforetime still disdains to fade: The spirit perfervid of the heroic Scot, Its fire unlulled, and hardly in earth allayed: The ancient native prowess unforgot, Valour undrooped, and manhood undecayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WELFORD WEDDING by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST IDYLL 5. LIFE TO BE ENJOYED by BION THE VOICE FROM GALILEE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |