Sixteen Americans who died on the Tuscania are <br />buried at the water's edge at the base of the rocky <br />cliffs at a Scottish port.- (News Dispatch.) <br /> <br />Cliffs of Scotland, guard them well, <br /> Shield them from the blizzard's rage; <br />Let your granite towers tell <br />That those sleeping heroes fell <br /> In the service of their age. <br /> <br />Cliffs of Scotland, they were ours! <br /> Now forever they are thine! <br />Guard them with your mighty powers! <br />Barren are your rocks of flowers, <br /> But their splendor makes them fine. <br /> <br />Cliffs of Scotland, at your base <br /> Freedom's finest children lie; <br />Keep them in your strong embrace! <br />Tell the young of every race <br /> Such as they shall never die. <br /> <br />Cliffs of Scotland, never more <br /> Men shall think you stern and cold; <br />Splendor now has found your shore; <br />Unto you the ocean bore <br /> Freedom's precious sons to hold.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cliffs-of-scotland/
