Scottish Poetry Selection
- To the Emigrants
To the EmigrantsI rested by the silent Firth
Horizonless in autumn mist
Save where he sun in golden mirth
The far off waters kissed.
And suddenly there came a wave
That spake in surges at my foot
And ceased - a messenger that gave
His message and was mute.
Across the sea a glance I cast -
A sea all glassy smooth again-:
A great grey ship went gliding past -
I read my message then.
I blest her as she passed me by:
O may the gleam of western gold
That lies before them where they fly
A happy omen hold!
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