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provements in the agriculture of this country, which was his favourite subject of
prediction, the Rhymer says—
“ The waters sail waste, the winds sail wane,
Hill and moss sail be a’ torn in,
But the Banno ’ll be nane the braider ; ”
And also—
“ There sail a stane out o’ Leader come,
That’ll mak a rich faither but a pair son,”
which was explained thus—The fathers took all the lime, and in so doing, impoverished
the soil for the future crops sown by the sons.
And now that I’ve said all I have to say about Thomas the Rhymer, might I
suggest that some of our writers search even farther hack, and tell us something about
that still more mythological character, Merlin 1
Incognita.
" Call itpn m tj* gag of Croubk”
Jesus, our Saviour, guide us home;
Faint is the starlight, and deep the gloom,
And the glare of the torch that the world holds out
Seems hut our sorrowing hearts to flout,
But lights not our homeward way.
Jesus, our Saviour, guide us home—
From fainting hearts the cry has come ;
Our feet have wandered so long astray,
That we find it hard to tread the way
That leads us hack to God.
Bright Sun of Righteousness, lighten us home,
Shed Thy warm beams through the midnight of gloom,
Till the clouds and mists roll far away,
And the rosy dawn of effulgent day
Shine on our gladdened eyes.