Today in March with grey dawn’s break,
A nation slumbers, not yet awake.
Our dreams on hold
Strange is the day we await to rise,
As strange Vows fail before our eyes.
But stranger still is
But songs of hope we still shall sing,
By our hands that hope we shall bring,
And the sun shall shine on
Song of this land, we feel your call,
Your touch gently shall yet reach all,
Soon shall we live in
Poem after “Cassilda’s Song” by Robert W. Chambers
Custom whisky glass from Glencairn