LADY OF THE SNOWS 87
Out of the sun, out of the blast

XXIV. 89
Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert

XXV. 90
It is not yours, O mother, to complain

XXVI. THE SICK CHILD 92
O mother, lay your hand on my brow

XXVII. IN MEMORIAM F. A. S. 93
Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember

XXVIII. TO MY FATHER 93
Peace and her huge invasion to these shores

XXIX. IN THE STATES 94
With half a heart I wander here

XXX. A PORTRAIT 95
I am a kind of farthing dip

XXXI. 96
Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still

XXXII. A CAMP 96
The bed was made, the room was fit

XXXIII. THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS 96
We travelled in the print of olden wars

XXXIV. SKERRYVORE 97
For love of lovely words, and for the sake

XXXV. SKERRYVORE: THE PARALLEL 97
Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull

XXXVI. 98
_My house_, I say. But hark to the sunny doves

XXXVII. 98
My body which my dungeon is

XXXVIII. 99
Say not of me that weakly I declined

BOOK II: IN SCOTS

I. THE MAKER TO POSTERITY 105
Far 'yont amang the years to be

II. ILLE TERRARUM 106
Frae nirly, nippin', Eas'lan' breeze

III. 109
When aince Aprile has fairly come

IV. A MILE AN' A BITTOCK 110
A mile an' a bittock, a mile or twa

V.