<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">To Sir James Crichton-Browne</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">AROUND your northern home, where never cease</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">The ebb and flow of Nith, whose waters glide</p><p class="line">Rich with their memories of the Muse; whose tide,</p><p class="line">In haunts of moorfowl and the wandering fleece,</p><p class="line">Down by Caerlaverock beyond old Dumfries,</p><p class="line">To Solway brings its dowry, like a bride;</p><p class="line">There do the lowland mothers mourn with pride</p><p class="line">The lowland sons, whom War hath lapped in Peace.</p><p class="line">But you--be glad, be uplifted, seeing that what</p><p class="line">Was great aforetime still disdains to fade ;</p><p class="line">The spirit pervervid of the heroic Scot,</p><p class="line">Its fire unlulled, and hardly in earth allayed:</p><p class="line">The ancient native prowess unforgot,</p><p class="line">Valour undrooped, and manhood undecayed.</p></div></body></html> · Great War