As cauld a wind as ever blew,
As caulder kirk, and in’t but few;
As cauld a minister’s e’er spak,
Ye’se a’ be het ere I come back.


XXXIV.

THE LEAGUE AND COVENANT.

[In answer to a gentleman, who called the solemn League and Covenant ridiculous and fanatical.]

The solemn League and Covenant
Cost Scotland blood—cost Scotland tears;
But it sealed freedom’s sacred cause—
If thou’rt a slave, indulge thy sneers.


XXXV.

WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS,

IN THE INN AT MOFFAT.