Thomas Pringle - To Sir Walter Scott, Bart. lyrics

From deserts wild and many a pathless wood Of Savage climes where I have wander'd long, Whose hills and streams are yet ungraced by song, I bring, illustrious bard, this garland rude. The offering, though uncouth, in kindly mood Thou wilt regard, if haply there should be, 'Mong meaner things, the flower Simplicity, Fresh from coy Nature's virgin solitude. Accept this frail memorial, honour'd Scott, Of favour'd intercourse in former day-- Of words of kindness I have ne'er forgot-- Of acts of friendship I can ne'er repay: For I have found (and wherefore say it not?) The minstrel's heart as noble as his lay.