As "Auld Lang Syne" brings Scotland, one and all,[535]Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams,

The Dee—the Don—Balgounie's brig's black wall—[536]All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams

Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall,—

Like Banquo's offspring—floating past me seems

My childhood, in this childishness of mine:—

I care not—'t is a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne."