John Stuart Blackie

  • Sabbath Hymn on the Mountains

            PRAISE ye the Lord!
    Not in the temple of shapeliest mould,
    Polished with marble and gleaming with gold,
    Piled upon pillars of slenderest grace,
    But here in the blue sky’s luminous face,
            Praise ye the Lord!

            Praise ye the...

  • The Emigrant Lassie

    As I came wandering down Glen Spean,
      Where the braes are green and grassy,
    With my light step I overtook
      A weary-footed lassie.

    She had one bundle on her back,
      Another in her hand,
    And she walked as one who was full loath
      To...