The Celestial Surgeon—If I have faltered

44

XXIII.

Our Lady of the Snows—Out of the sun

45

XXIV.

Not yet, my soul

50

XXV.

It is not yours, O mother, to complain

53

XXVI.

The Sick Child—O mother, lay your hand on my brow

56

XXVII.

In Memoriam F. A. S.—Yet, O stricken heart

58

XXVIII.

To my Father—Peace and her huge invasion

60

XXIX.

In the States—With half a heart

62

XXX.

A Portrait—I am a kind of farthing dip

63

XXXI.

Sing clearlier, Muse

65

XXXII.

A Camp—The bed was made

66

XXXIII.

The Country of the Camisards—We travelled in the print of olden wars

67

XXXIV.

Skerryvore—For love of lovely words

68

XXXV.

Skerryvore: The Parallel—Here all is sunny

69

XXXVI.

My house, I say

70

XXXVII.

My body which my dungeon is

71

XXXVIII.

Say not of me that weakly I declined

73

BOOK II.—In Scots

I.

The Maker to Posterity—Far ’yont amang the years to be

77

II.

Ille Terrarum—Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze

80

III.

When aince Aprile has fairly come

85

IV.

A Mile an’ a Bittock

87

V.

A Lowden Sabbath Morn—The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells