Jtklmr Abbi'ij.
Summer was on thee—the meridian light-
And, as we wandered through thy columned ailles,
Decked all thy hoar magnificence with fmiles,
Making the rugged foft, the gloomy bright;
Nor was reflection from my heart apart,
As clomb our fteps the lone and lofty flair,
Till gained the fummit, ticked in filent air
Thine ancient clock, as ’twere thy throbbing heart:
Monaftic grandeur and baronial pride
Subdued, the former half, the latter quite,
Pile of King David, to thine altar’s fite,
Full many a footftep guides and long fliall guide;
Where thofe are met, who met not fave in fight,
And Douglas fleeps with Evers, fide by fide.
David Macbeth Moir.
HE foundation of Melrofe Abbey generally
dates from 1136, when David I. of Scot-
land, amongft his many fimilar erections,
built a church here. But Melrofe, as a
feat of religion, boafts a much earlier
origin. It was one of thofe churches, or
more properly miffionary Rations, which the fathers of Ireland
and of Iona fpread over Britain and the continent: one of
thofe fimple nuclei of the Chriftian faith, which were in the
eleventh and twelfth centuries fo induftrioufly trodden under
foot or rooted out by the domineering ambition of Rome. It
was in fact a portion of that pure and beautiful Britifh church
Summer was on thee—the meridian light-
And, as we wandered through thy columned ailles,
Decked all thy hoar magnificence with fmiles,
Making the rugged foft, the gloomy bright;
Nor was reflection from my heart apart,
As clomb our fteps the lone and lofty flair,
Till gained the fummit, ticked in filent air
Thine ancient clock, as ’twere thy throbbing heart:
Monaftic grandeur and baronial pride
Subdued, the former half, the latter quite,
Pile of King David, to thine altar’s fite,
Full many a footftep guides and long fliall guide;
Where thofe are met, who met not fave in fight,
And Douglas fleeps with Evers, fide by fide.
David Macbeth Moir.
HE foundation of Melrofe Abbey generally
dates from 1136, when David I. of Scot-
land, amongft his many fimilar erections,
built a church here. But Melrofe, as a
feat of religion, boafts a much earlier
origin. It was one of thofe churches, or
more properly miffionary Rations, which the fathers of Ireland
and of Iona fpread over Britain and the continent: one of
thofe fimple nuclei of the Chriftian faith, which were in the
eleventh and twelfth centuries fo induftrioufly trodden under
foot or rooted out by the domineering ambition of Rome. It
was in fact a portion of that pure and beautiful Britifh church