Song: The Robin.

"Our altar is the dewy sod     Our temple yon blue throne of God:     No priestly rite our souls to bind     We bow before the Almighty Mind."

"I.      Far, far away, where sunsets weave     Their golden tissues o'er the scene,      And distant glaciers, dimly heave,     Like trailing gho"

"And 'mid the awful stillness         Of their grave,     The forest oaks have flourished         And the breath     Of years hath swept their"

"The spirit-harp within the breast      A spirit's touch alone can know,     Yet thine the power to wake its rest,      And bid its echoing num"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"