Literary by-paths in old England . d!Here lie the loving husbands dear remains,The tender father, and the genrous friend ;The pitying heart that felt for human woe,The dauntless heart that feard no human pride ;The friend of man — to vice alone a foe ;For een his failings leand to virtues side. It was a lucky chance for Tarn O Shanter thatthe river Doon and its auld brig were withineasy hail of Alloway Kirk. That irrepressible Weel done, Cutty-sark ! started the wholepack of midnight revellers at his horses heels: Now do thy speedy utmost, Meg,And win the Keystane o the brig:There at them thou
Literary by-paths in old England . d!Here lie the loving husbands dear remains,The tender father, and the genrous friend ;The pitying heart that felt for human woe,The dauntless heart that feard no human pride ;The friend of man — to vice alone a foe ;For een his failings leand to virtues side. It was a lucky chance for Tarn O Shanter thatthe river Doon and its auld brig were withineasy hail of Alloway Kirk. That irrepressible Weel done, Cutty-sark ! started the wholepack of midnight revellers at his horses heels: Now do thy speedy utmost, Meg,And win the Keystane o the brig:There at them thou thy tail may toss,A running stream they dare na cross. The Doon has a new bridge now to bear theburden of twentieth-century traffic, but the auld 181 LITERARY BY-PATHS brig still spans the lovely river, an indubitablelink between our own time and the stormy-night of Tarn O Shanters ride. Other memoriesthan those of Tarn O Shanter crowd into themind while musing by the side of the clear-running Doon. Here are the shows of nature. The Brig o Doon which were frail and vain to weep a loss thatturned their lights to shade. Sacred through alltime are these banks and braes to the memoryof that disconsolate wanderer who reproached thebirds for singing and the flowers for blooming,but had no harsh thought for that fause loverwho had thrown her out of harmony with nature. 182 IN OLD ENGLAND In Burnss seventh year the scene of his lifeshifted from Alloway to Mount Oliphant, a smallseventy-acre farm some two miles distant. Thiswas to be his home for more than ten years. Theoutward setting of Mount Oliphant is probablylittle different from what it was in the poetsday, though the farm buildings have necessarilybeen considerably remodelled and new era which opened for Burns with hisremoval thither was of far-reaching importance;he confessed to Dr. Moore that it was duringthe time he lived on that farm that his storywas most eventful. There, indeed, now fromthe worthy Murdoch,
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