CategoryJohn Carter Allen

Lines written upon coming into Sight of the Coast of Scotland


Land of my fathers! to thy sacred shoreI come in sorrow from the stranger’s hill,Unlike my sires, who, in days of yore,Thou cherished aye, and loved to honour still.Scaithed by relentless fate with many an ill,A wanderer I come, and hailed by none.It was not so my fathers sought thy sill.O mother! rise, behold thy hapless son,And toward him spread thine arms from out thy mountains dun. Land...