MY NATIVE SCOTTISH HILLS.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XX, Issue 1427, 8 February 1888, Page 6

MY NATIVE SCOTTISH HILLS.

Though bleak and cold my native land, Though wintry are its looks, The mountains towering, dim and grand, Though " ice-bound " are its brooks ; Tet still my heart with fondest pride, And deepest passion thrills, As, gazing round me far and wide, I miss my native hills ! The spreading- prairies of the west May yield their richest store ; And other tongues may call them blest, And chant their praises o'sr ; But I shall sing, in humble song, Of mountains, lochs, and rills— The scenes my childhood dwelt among— My native Scottish hills I Oh, native land ! Oh, cherish'd home t I've sailed across the sea ; And, though my wandering steps may roam, My heart still turns to thee ! My thoughts and dreams are sweet and bright With dew which love distills ; While every gleam of golden light Falls on the Scottish hills. And, when my mortal race is run, And earth's vain dreams are o'er, And, far beyond the setting sun, I see the other shore— Oh, may my resting place be found Secure from all life's ills, Some cheerful spot of hallow'd ground Among the Scottish hills.