Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1843-06-13
(Fror u, Old Ccaa;rynan.)
THE EMIGRANT's PHILoSoPHIC MUSINGS ON TIE
LAND ., TIE HEATH.

Are r,ais, as Wild Ia ony e'e
As gum Seauaig.
The storms, TOO, tina, around me sweep.
And car the hits o baiin.eS creep,
As roaring through the welkin deep,
They maisliy deave Us.
Ale nae less fierce iaan those that leap
Fra dark Ben .NtUiS.
Then whv should SIZE doure be- sitlin',
And aye ms cloudy brows he knltln',
Whites mulierns words no quite beiitlin
4 sober mind;
When Joys bright cup might he slppin'
WI neebors KIND?
WHY caudy look on mountains steep,
On iaureled cliffs, aud forests deep,
On lovely girns, wlar' roses peep
Among the breers,
And bonny biue-e'rd vio!ets weep
WI idle fears;
Look al the burns that iak' spree,
As dancing through fair Tennessee,
Are they no just a. "a o. gee
As Tcees, or iarr0e'
Ave monte ! anG u ~ 20 be
Their boist'rous marrow.
And then, the whrlins shaw that wraps
A Scotia IN her shaggy haps,
And naks the iaItaned liieland chaps
Look 10 The sheep.
is here as tr,achsroas though perhaps
.Nrt gate as deep.
But ilka hill, and wood, and dale,
Within the heath. land o the Gael,
Has some I'D legend, sang. or tale,
To baud me fast
That micgle vi the spirits wait
Heard in the blast.
The eloriou. light O bygane wears,
40 brilliant lusue still appears,
And to III enTaptured heart endeais
The very dust,
Where glowing Admiration rears
Her tribute just.
J-nbending Reason here may start,
And try the dcium % her art,
But there are shades witbin The heart
That r,ook NAE strife
sweet radian, things from winch We part
Only t7dt iJe.
The Yirssd aud Yarre,r speak O those
Wha moo anra,h IN, yiri fepnse,
Whase dazzling course cam ia close
Alas, over scan.
Like has, whose deafness m.m'ry flows
WI sesEy bOoa'
The riches; sush . Simm-r's bloom,
The sweetest flowers that meet their DOOM,
While smiling on our Winters gloom,
May be forgot;
But not the heatn upon The t"mb
% Walter Scott
The wood notes heard n break o'day,
The sun sets richer melody,
Upon the heart ance b!lthe and gay
May cease to tell
But not the sad sweet minsitelsy
o. Notherweln
And there's the chiel a sterling worth,
VIVA worshpped Nature irae his birth,
And boldly gaed up trae the Firth
To Luhnen Town.
And there, in spite - southern mirth.
Sat himsef down.
A Csledonian through ara through,
He lo'ed the land whcl9 III thistle grew.
And never dotted ms honnc; blue
To Wealth or Power;
But WI the best his pen he drew,
htl 10
The shade o. Cunningham shall find
A hallowed niche in everv uind
And though he's to the dust consigned
Anang the lave,
His genius meier can he confined
Within The grave.
or Etritk's Shepherd too we'd tell,
Wha heard Fam-'s brazen trumpet swell
Till he was maist beside himself;
But IN his plaid,
Within the lone aud silent dell
Hes quiet laid.
Yet aften nco ". hear him speak,
The braid laugh on has sIo-hIrnt cheek,
o. DAYS spent uu tli' mountain bleak
WI s'.,,0rth," or "Udltsr.'
Whase sparkling wit was ne'er TO seek,
N0r kent 10 ialter
o, monte n name !rae courts End stalls.
Fras camps aud EutS, and college walls,
Upon our jewel'ed memory calls,
WI annals bright
As yon pure fires that gem the halls
O. tddaG; Night.
And is there not 4 b.ither ray
On BannOck5urn, and TOrnood bra-,
Than thai which shines on ony day
Ayunt the Tweed
There's no a Scot will say me nay
I'll pledge my head!
But prouder trophies grace tina, land,
While at her Martyrs tcInbs we stand
And there unclasp WI trembling mana
Gods blessed book;
For which that bold and nohle band
All things lorS0ok.
Edna has ler castle towers,
Her Palace, and Queen Aary's bowers,
Her Arthur's seat, that darkiy lowers,
WI Legends rIfs,--
The halls WHARF Morsy spent his hours
Mid pucsIIy s;tie.
And loftily she marks the names,
That once lodged knights, and courtiy DANES;
And shows the mansion a. Lord Kaimes,
Erssine. and ithers;
Thai soaring genius proudly claims,
Aud binds us britbers:
But in her Auld Grey Friar's kirkyaird,
There's mar To wakrn our regard,
Wbar' s,eeos the dust o. them that dared
Ilel's deepes, Ire,
When demons widest wrath prepared
The martyrs hfe.
And frae their Sons the frtvid prayer
Ascends fac NOME mountain bare
Frae feudal tower-ifae castle falf-
Frae clay built cot,
Whar' God and Tow naut meTcies ne'er
May he forgot.
VIVA, gilded links then bind to Thee,
U land Of nv uaiiyIty.
What wonder | should long TO be
Upon thy shore,
And u in chiidhood's ecstasy
Hail thee once more.
I love your roaring mountain wave
The heights round which your wild winds rave,
An for this earth boon crave
| ask nae ither-
That may find peaceful grave
Amuns your heather
sboroueh, Tenn, 10th jan, 1913 "a