But hallowed be their memory
Who kept thy honor bright; Thy great of every century,
Even down to Wallace wight.
And drink we too, with heart of grace,
Victoria the Good! Our queenly queen of Stuart race,
That reigned in Holyrood.
All honor to our Highland Chief!
White-wreathed of glory's crown; Who dignifieth[Note] honors brief
His sun shall ne'er go down.
And last we honor each and all
Of Celt, or Saxon blood; Whose acts attest, in hut or hall
God's type of brotherhood.
GOOD-BYE AND GOOD-NIGHT.
Good-bye! it quivers through the years,
Low-breathing of despair; The sunniest flower of life it sears,
And dulls the summer air.
It echoes through the falling leaves,
Through ocean's ebb and flow; In Spring's soft gales, in Autumn sheaves;
Sore parting, bitter woe.
It speaketh through the vacant chair
To every yearning heart; Howe'er so noble, gifted, fair,
Earth-born on earth must part.