. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. March 31. 70 ^pvit. Thy murmuring voice, 0 Lora of streams, recalls to day the shadow}^ past.I see (seest thou too, Malvina Ì) a mighty crag with heath-crowned head,Three swaying pines oerhang the height—green are its leafy, wooded slopes,Down in the hollow Daisy stars bow their bright heads to the passing breeze.There too the fading thistle stands and slowly sheds its hoary beard.Two stones, half sunk beneath the sod, stand wreathed in mosses grey and sere,There, by the brink
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. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs, " and other sources. March 31. 70 ^pvit. Thy murmuring voice, 0 Lora of streams, recalls to day the shadow}^ past.I see (seest thou too, Malvina Ì) a mighty crag with heath-crowned head, Three swaying pines oerhang the height—green are its leafy, wooded slopes, Down in the hollow Daisy stars bow their bright heads to the passing breeze.There too the fading thistle stands and slowly sheds its hoary beard.Two stones, half sunk beneath the sod, stand wreathed in mosses grey and sere, There, by the brink of the flashing waves, sleep the great dead who have passed away. Carhon. 71 April 1 Good luck to that which departs, better for us whatremains. Beannachd leis an rud a dh f halbhas, Cha n-e s f hearra dhuinn ach na dh f hanas. Proverb. Youll get it, when you find the cuckoos nest.Gheibh thu e n uair a gheibh thu nead na cuthaig. Each head bowed straightway to his voice, As though from clouds a spirit spake. Dh aom gun stad gach ceann ra ghuth, Mar gu n-labhradh tannas o nial. Temora 2. Proverb. The clans of the Gael sho