Now a' are gane! we meet na mair aneath the

rowan tree,

But hallow'd thoughts around thee turn, o' hame

and infancy!

Oh! rowan tree.

Lady Nairn.

THE RAINBOW.

Y heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;

So was it when my life began;

So it is now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth.