Thou hast fought the sternest battle,
Thou hast met the grimmest foe;
Christ-like stood by the forsaken
Stood till death has laid thee low.

Praise thy sons, dear old Glengarry,
Prompt to do, calm to endure;
And among your very noblest,
Set God's hero Norman Dewar.




THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY

The Rev Mr Young was one stormy day visiting one of his people, an
old man, who lived in great poverty in a lonely cottage a few miles
from Jedsburg. He found him sitting with his Bible open upon his
knees, but in outward circumstances of great discomfort, the snow
drifting in through the roof and under the door, and scarcely any fire
in the hearth. "What are you about to day, John?" asked Mr Young on
entering "Ah, sir," said John, "I am sitting under His shadow with
great delight."


They only see the snow heaped on the moor,
The bare trees shivering in the winter's breath,
The icy drift that sifteth through the door,
Me, old and poor, waiting the call of death.