| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1098. Roslin and Hawthornden |
| | | By Henry Van Dyke |
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| FAIR Roslin Chapel, how divine | |
| The art that reared thy costly shrine! | |
| Thy carven columns must have grown | |
| By magic, like a dream in stone. | |
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| Yet not within thy storied wall | 5 |
| Would I in adoration fall, | |
| So gladly as within the glen | |
| That leads to lovely Hawthornden: | |
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| A long-drawn aisle, with roof of green | |
| And vine-clad pillars, while between | 10 |
| The Esk runs murmuring on its way, | |
| In living music, night and day. | |
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| Within the temple of this wood | |
| The martyrs of the convenant stood, | |
| And rolled the psalm, and poured the prayer, | 15 |
| From Nature’s solemn altar-stair. | |
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