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MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND, 1803

VII. STEPPING WESTWARD

MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND, 1803


“What, you are stepping westward?”–“Yea.” –‘Twould be a ‘wildish’ destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange Land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of Chance: Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him on? The dewy ground was dark and cold; Behind, all gloomy to behold; And stepping westward seemed to be 10 A kind of ‘heavenly’ destiny: I liked the greeting; ’twas a sound Of something without place or bound; And seemed to give me spiritual right To travel through that region bright. The voice was soft, and she who spake Was walking by her native lake: The salutation had to me The very sound of courtesy: Its power was felt; and while my eye 20 Was fixed upon the glowing Sky, The echo of the voice enwrought A human sweetness with the thought Of travelling through the world that lay Before me in my endless way.