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THE COVENANTER BANNER.
A verse by an Ayrshire Elder sent to Rev Mr
Steele of Dalry, and read at a bi centenary. Johnson`s Treasury
p565-6.
Blow softly, ye breezes,
by mountain and moor,
O`er the graves of the Covenant men,
By the muirland and flood that were red with their blood,
Can ye waft the old watchwords again ?
“For Scotland and
Christ” the breezes of old
O`er the wilds of the
Westland bore,
From the Lugar and Nith
to the Lothian Frith,
And the German Ocean`s shore.
And where`er they blew,
a prayer was breathed
And a holy psalm was
sung;
And hands were clasped
and the banner grasped
When the Covenant
watchword rang.
O for the brave true
hearts of old,
That bled when the banner perished !
O for the Faith that was
strong in death -
The Faith that our
fathers cherished !
The banner might fall,
but the spirit lived,
And liveth for evermore;
And Scotland claims as her noblest names,
The Covenant Men of
yore.
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