But Daft Jess was of another opinion.




II

A SCOTTISH SABBATH DAY

"_On this day
Men consecrate their souls,
As did their fathers_."

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_And ah! the sacred morns that crowned the week--
The path betwixt the mountains and the sea,
The Sannox water and the wooden bridge,
The little church, the narrow seats--and we
That through the open window saw the ridge
Of Fergus, and the peak
Of utmost Cior Mohr--nor held it wrong,
When vext with platitude and stirless air,
To watch the mist-wreaths clothe the rock-scarps bare
And in the pauses hear the blackbird's song_.

"_Memory Harvest_."