XVIII.

As "Auld Lang Syne" brings Scotland, one and all,[535] Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee--the Don--Balgounie's brig's _black wall_--[536] All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I _then dreamt_, clothed in their own pall,-- Like Banquo's offspring--floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine:-- I care not--'t is a glimpse of "_Auld Lang Syne_."