Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Pass
The Pass
A great hill bars my view
And casts a chill of shade,
One narrow pass goes through;
And I am half afraid.Yet many a one has gone:
I am as brave as they;
And I must follow on -
It is the only way.Beyond the bar of hill
I think I hear a lark
Sun-lover, singing still.
But oh! the pass is dark.And ever comes a doubt,
If into clearer light
Its path will bring me out,
Or into pathless night.
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
