DURISDEER.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 30, 28 October 1893, Page 10

DURISDEER.

Midst those scenes of mountain grandeur Where heather blooms round rocky peaks. And sheep and goats at freedom wander Among the scaurs where torrents leap ; Snugly nestled, happy in this wild retreat. Beside a mountain rivulet clear, Like a beauteous maiden shy and sweet. Stands the village of Durisdeer. Her sturdy sons of manly bearing, Health blooming on her daughters’ cheeks. Nature, too, a rich garb wearing, That softly to the heart thus speaks : “ Rest here, traveller, and have the pleasure Of guileless joy and rural cheer, Combined with health, the greatest treasure. And the balmy air of Durisdeer.”, Hers aneient Kome her flag unfurled, And pitched her camp by Oirning-side, As northward she her legions hurled, But failed to dauuten Scotland’s pride. ■ Brave Wallace oft those passes trod, And Bruce—a name to Scotland dear. The Southron’s blood oft dyed the sod Among the hills of Dui’isdeer. It is amidst those varied scenes That famous are in song and story, Where the historian largely gleans The annals of our country’s glory— How patriots fought and martyrs fell; How a true love perished here,. Around the fire the peasants tell, In the happy homes of Durisdeer. W. W.