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Weir of Hermiston - Robert Louis Stevenson

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Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson.


TO MY WIFE

I saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn
On Lammermuir.  Hearkening I heard again
In my precipitous city beaten bells
Winnow the keen sea wind.  And here afar,
Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.
    Take thou the writing: thine it is.  For who
Burnished the sword, blew on the drowsy coal,
Held still the target higher, chary of praise
And prodigal of counsel - who but thou?
So now, in the end, if this the least be good,
If any deed be done, if any fire
Burn in the imperfect page, the praise be thine.



INTRODUCTORY

IN the wild end of a moorland parish, far out of the sight of any house, 
there stands a cairn among the heather, and a little by east of it, in 
the going down of the brae-side, a monument with some verses half 
defaced.  It was here that Claverhouse shot with his own hand the 
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