BANNOCKBURN At Bannockburn the English lay, But waited for the break o' day, But soon the sun broke through the heath When Bruce, wi' saul-inspiring breath "Lay the proud usurpers low; Tyrants fall in every foe, Liberty's in every blow! Forward let us do, or die!"— Burns. FROM PIPPA PASSES The year's at the Spring And day's at the morn, The hillside's dew-pearled, The lark's on the wing, The snail's on the thorn, God's in his heaven, All's right with the world. Browning. THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, And Nature, the old nurse, took Saying "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, And read what is still unread And he wandered away and away |