text:  I have seen him many times by the banks of his own romantic Yarrow; I have sat with him in the calm and sunny weather by the margin of Saint Mary's Lake; I have seen his eyes sparkle and his cheek flush as he spoke out some old heroic ballad of the days of the Douglas and the Graeme and I have felt as I listened to the accents of his manly voice that whilst Scotland could produce amongst her children such men as him beside me her ancient spirit had not departed from her nor the star of her glory grown pale! For he was a man indeed cast in nature's happiest mould