XXVI. THE SICK CHILD 92 O mother, lay your hand on my brow XXVII. IN MEMORIAM F. A. S. 93 Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember XXVIII. TO MY FATHER 93 Peace and her huge invasion to these shores XXIX. IN THE STATES 94 With half a heart I wander here XXX. A PORTRAIT 95 I am a kind of farthing dip XXXI. 96 Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still XXXII. A CAMP 96 The bed was made, the room was fit XXXIII. THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS 96 We travelled in the print of olden wars XXXIV. SKERRYVORE 97 For love of lovely words, and for the sake XXXV. SKERRYVORE: THE PARALLEL 97 Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull XXXVI. 98 _My house_, I say. But hark to the sunny doves XXXVII. 98 My body which my dungeon is XXXVIII. 99 Say not of me that weakly I declined BOOK II: IN SCOTS I. THE MAKER TO POSTERITY 105 Far 'yont amang the years to be II. ILLE TERRARUM 106 Frae nirly, nippin', Eas'lan' breeze III. 109 When aince Aprile has fairly come IV. A MILE AN' A BITTOCK 110 A mile an' a bittock, a mile or twa V. A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN 111 The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells VI. THE SPAEWIFE 116 O, I wad like to ken--to the beggar-wife says I VII. THE BLAST--1875 116 It's rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod VIII. THE COUNTERBLAST--1886 118 My bonny man, the warld, it's true IX. THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL 120 It's strange that God should fash to frame X. THEIR LAUREATE TO AN ACADEMY CLASS DINNER CLUB 121 Dear Thamson class, whaure'er I gang XI. EMBRO HIE KIRK 123 The Lord Himsel' in former days