Written on the window pane of a railway carriage after reading an advertisement of sunlight soap, and Poems, by William Wordsworth. I passed upon the wings of Steam Along Tay’s valley fair, The book I read had such a theme As bids the Soul despair. passed A tale of miserable men Of hearts with doubt distraught, Wherein a melancholy pen With helpless problems fought. Where many a life was brought to dust, And many a heart laid low, And many a love was smirched with lust— I raised mine eyes, and, oh!— p. 59I marked upon a common wall, These simple words of hope, That mute appeal to one and all, Cheer up! Use Sunlight Soap! p. 59 Our moral energies have range Beyond their seeming scope, How tonic were the words, how strange, Cheer up! Use Sunlight Soap! ‘Behold,’ I cried, ‘the inner touch That lifts the Soul through cares!’ I loved that Soap-boiler so much I blessed him unawares! Perchance he is some vulgar man, Engrossed in £ s. d. But, ah! through Nature’s holy plan He whispered hope to me! p. 60ODE TO GOLF p. 60 ‘Delusive Nymph, farewell!’ How oft we’ve said or sung, When balls evasive fell, Or in the jaws of ‘Hell,’ Or salt sea-weeds among, ’Mid shingle and sea-shell! Delusive How oft beside the Burn, We play the sad ‘two more’; How often at the turn, The heather must we spurn; How oft we’ve ‘topped and swore,’ In bent and whin and fern! Yes, when the broken head Bounds further than the ball, The heart has inly bled. p. 61Ah! and the lips have said Words we would fain recall— Wild words, of passion bred! p. 61 In bunkers all unknown, Far beyond ‘Walkinshaw, Where never ball had flown— Reached by ourselves alone— Caddies have heard with awe The music of our moan! Yet,
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