From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.