text:  Thus is there but one soul in this our great National Festival; while to swell the multitudes that from morning light continued flocking towards old Ayr till at mid-day they gathered into one mighty mass in front of Burns's Monument came enthusiastic crowds from countless villages and towns from our metropolis and from the great City of the West along with the sons of the soil dwelling all round the breezy uplands of Kyle and in regions that stretch away to the stormy mountains of Morven