24 OCTOBER 1896, Page 18

THE rain may fall, the wind may blow, But I,

day-dreaming, always see Your heather lit by sunset's glow To scarcely earthly brilliancy : Or should a storm-cloud dome your land I picture it as rainbow spanned.

Some other path you may pursue, Some studious aim, perchance, fulfil, My fancy will but figure you As by the burn and on the hill : And tarnished does the moonlight seem Beside the silver of that stream.

ELLA FULLER MAITLAND.