Through rich green solitudes,
And wildly hanging woods,
With blossom and with bell,
In rich redundant swell,
And the pride
Of the mountain-daisy there
And the forest everywhere,
With the dress and with the air
Of a bride.
The number and variety of Macintyre’s compositions is very large, all sorts of themes being regarded as fit for the exercise of his poetic fancy. Like those of the Highland bards, however, his subjects are generally more of local and personal than of the larger human interests—a fact which is not at all surprising when his education, calling, circumstances, and surroundings are considered.