Fragrance Quote January 23rd, 2011-Rambles through the land of Burns By Archibald R. Adamson

After indulging in a little gossip with the toll-wife, as she sat knitting a stocking by the door of her cot, I turned down a road on the right, and, according to her instructions, held "straught on." The way proved long, hilly, and thoroughly rustic, being skirted on the left for a considerable distance with a long strip of pleasant woodland, through which the sunshine glinted as if toying with the bramble bushes in its shade. The knolls by the wayside were decked with tufts of fragrant broom and whin, and spangled with many a "bonnie gem" which the summer sun had called from dust to splendour. Dear wild flowers—

"Like orphan children silent, lone,

I've met you spread o'er wild and moor,
Where wand'ring ye have cheer'd me on
And sooth'd me, ramble-toil'd and poor.

"I've seen you when the matin ray

First dawn'd upon the purpling east,
Your petals ope, and noiseless pray,
More eloquent than cassock'd priest.

"Sweet teachers, you from green hillside

Breathe fragrance forth to sooth and cheer
The heart of those whose tread of pride
Has made thy beauties disappear."
Rambles through the land of Burns
By Archibald R. Adamson