Page:Pleasant Memories.pdf/70

Of the two sister kingdoms, who with smile,
Arm locked in arm, survey their fair domain.
So may the God of love, bless them and thee.
Fresh flowers thou giv'st me from "Queen Mary's walk,"
Rich red carnations, though to her thy gifts
Were but those bitter weeds and piercing thorns,
Which the poor prisoner plucks.
                                And so, farewell,
Carlisle and peace be with thee. Thy sweet scenes
And the deep tones of thy cathedral-hymn,
Telling our sabbath of the choir of heaven,
Went with us as we journeyed.
                                   Many a change
In that delightful landscape cheered the eye,
As onward o'er the pleasant banks of Clyde
We traced the barer hills and brighter streams
Of Caledonia, poor, perchance, in gold,
But rich in song; saw crowned with purple light
The Lady of Branksom's towers, the rolling Esk,
Where the impetuous young Lord Lochinvar
Staid not for ford, the homes of Teviotdale
Fast by the Tweed, and last, the classic domes
Of beautiful Edina. The long day
Sped hastily, and once, as the swift coach
Stopped at its destined goal, an ancient dame
Came from a neighboring cottage, with such speed
As hoary years could make, and earnestly
Scanning each passenger, with hurried tone