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And in these hills, what fitter place can there be for dreams than St. Mary's chapel, overlooking the silent lake, with Yarrow gliding from its bosom? Here you will find a Sabbath peace, as placid as when
"... on sweet Sabbath morns long gone,
Folks wended to St. Mary's Forest Kirk,
Where mass was said and matins, softly sung,
Were borne in fitful swell across the Loch;
And full of simple vision, there they saw
In Kirk and Quire, the brier and red rose,