The Chapel of the Hermits.

For still the new transcends the old

In signs and tokens manifold;

Slaves rise up men; the olive waves,

With roots deep set in battle graves!

The Chapel of the Hermits.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,

So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;

Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,

But spare his "Highland Mary!"