A THOUGHT. THE rose which in the sun's bright rays And thus have e'en the young in years VERSES, SUGGESTED BY A VERY CURIOUS OLD ROOM AT THE TANKARD, IPSWICH. SUCH were the rooms in which of yore Our ancestors were wont to dwell; The oaken wainscot, richly graced All speak of proud and long-past hours. The ceiling, quaintly carved and groined, A by-gone age recalls to mind, Whose glories song hath oft rehearsed. VERSES, &c And true, though trite, the moral taught, The changes made by chance and time. These tell " a plain, unvarnished tale” Those things which cannot pass away! And truths which no attention wake 141 SCOTTISH SCENERY; AND SOME OF ITS ASSOCIATIONS. THE Highland hills are bleak and bare, Yet bracing is their mountain air To Scotia's hardy child: Nor would he, for the crops of grain Well may its native's heart expand And own the varied thralls Of mountains towering to the sky, Of vales as lovely to the eye, Of lakes, and water-falls! SCOTTISH SCENERY. In hearts which own the strong appeal Their influence and their worth, Such objects to no transient ties, 66 'Land of brown heath and shaggy wood! Land of the mountain and the flood!" As thy own Bard hath sung, "What shall untie the filial band Which knits unto thy rugged strand " To them thy hills are fortress-towers; From poet's fondest dreams. 143 |