Last of the Scots his country knew so well,
And loved and honoured, ripe and full of years
He slips into his rest, amid our tears
As still we stand, nor care to say farewell.
True heart that beat full stroke to the rich spell
Of Scottish song, and all that most endears
The loyal heart to heart to make them peers
Takes newer strength beneath the passing knell.
Sleep thou in kindly soil, as best beseems
A Scot; thou hast no other wish to crave.
Far happier thou than he who dreamt his dreams,
Then passed to where the dreams and shadows flee.
He sleeps afar, where night and day the sea
Circles and moans beneath his mountain grave.