The Collected Poems of Edward M Robertson - Volume II, Page 3

  that over you run the wind's wild race.

  FOR  WILL  OGILVIE

  “No dark can ever hide this dear loved land from me”

  (If I Were Old – William H Ogilvie)

  You wrote once about a blind poet

  out on the hills seeing by the inner

  sun of clear memory all that rolled

  and swept in still solid waves

  around him.  Little did you think

  then it was the inner light would dim

  within you so that your eyes open and

  hill-wandering would be lost into

  the mind's darkness;  and yet I remember

  how, when I came with Christ's own humility

  in my hand to feed your sightless

  soul with bread and wine of His love,

  the smile of years of joy from those

  comforting hills wandered still about

  the corners of your mouth.

  And now this bronze book, set on a lectern

  of stones, your face on a medal of bronze

  fronting it, I feel your soothing words

  spread out over the flowing ground

  motionless yet rolling around me,

  and know you see the joy within me

  for you remembered here, and that

  your smile is in this place.

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  The Rev. Edward Macallan Robertson graduated from Aberdeen University with a first-class honours. He followed this up with a B.Litt at Queen's College, Oxford. He came back up to Scotland in 1960 as Rector of St. Cuthbert's, Hawick. Prior to his retirement in 1993 he was Priest-in-Charge at St. Kessog's, Auchterarder and St. James, Muthill.