Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: GLADSTONE AT DUNEOBIN. Dunrobin’s halls are crowded, With lairds and ladies gay, Diplomatists and statesmen A varied, mixed array. Professors scientific, And all who worship art; Writers, of brain prolific, Each acts his varied part. Why stands yon man so lonely, His thoughts are far away Unmindful he of music’s strains, Southward they wandering stray. With lofty brow, and massive jaw, Clasped as with iron band, Distinguished by his noble port His looks of stern command. He stands apart secluded, And lonely from the rest, Vast schemes of Eeformation, Swell high within his breast. His heart is in the Senate, His heart it is not here, He cares not for the Highlands, He cares not for the deer. He cares not for the dun deer, He cares not for the roe, His heart is in the Senate, Wherever he may go ! The salmon leaps unheeded, Unheeded leaps the roe. The State his service needed, And southwards he must go. Oil’that pale brow is lowering, A dark and heavy frown, Genius has on him set her seal, And marked him for her own.Those earnest eyes are flashing, From them his soul looks out, Fierce indignation lashes, All foes he’ll put to rout. Foul jobs and foul abuses, Old wrongs long unredressed, Eeforms long meditated, Classes and trades oppressed. " How long shall foul and noxious weeds England’s fair garden fill ? How rank they grow, and choke the ground That honest men should till! " The prunning knife is wanted sore, These rotten twigs to shear, When axe and bill have done their work, The sun shall enter here. " Old England’s oak shall bloom again, Her boughs shall heavenwards soar, Fresh light into her shades I’ll let Her wasted strength restore. " Lopped of her useless br...
