And now a breath bestirs the leaves t'avail. Boughs rock sae gently as the whisper hence Flirts through, whileas I strain to see fr'intents, Then dies away when I 'gin writing frail Hope's fragile tread, planes' voices all to scale As trees stand clustered far as eye frae thence Can see. Twigs nod sae lightly wi' a sense Of yonder jist in tow, beyond this veil. I'm here because we've said too long now fer All that lo, "Mum and Dad's dream will not do. We MUST join step with whom we thought too poor In their path through this world, and follow too, What I deplored." The LORD God, what as twere Did I blieve 'bout His Word? The Scriptures knew.