Show I > TUB HIGIIIAATJS A new poem by II L Stevenson in the Pall Mall Budget In the highlands in the country places Where the old plain men have rosy faces And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes Where essential silence cheers and blesses And forvever in the hill recesses Her more lovely music Broods and dies OIl to mount again where erst I haunted 1 Where the old red hills are birdenchanted And the green meadows Bright with sward And when even files the million tinted And the night has come and planets glinted Lamp bestarred Oh to dream Oh to < awake and wander There and with delight to take and render Through the trance of silence Quiet breath Lo for there among the flowers and grasses Only the mightier movement sounds and passes Only winds and rivers Life and death F |