THERE, wont the brave, at burst of dawn, To mimic war amid the dew;

With radiant spears along the lawn,

To tip the morning's wings with blue.

AND, there, rose Freedom's forted fanes,
There, freemen fought, there, freemen fell,
That peace might foster yonder plains,
And independence in GLENOCHEL dwell.

LORD of that consecrated clime!

Let these dread bournes, where heroes rest,

Awake, with imagery sublime,

To grandest fame thy manly breast.

WHEN with her Ancients, grave and great, "Tis thine to sit in council, high,

Robed with the wisdom, power, and state

Of Britain's awful majesty ;

WATCH o'er her weal, her glory guard,
And tell her sons, contemning thrall,
To earn proud Liberty's reward,

And claim the reverence of the Ball.

AND thine shall be, to win, with praise, Stern Virtue's meed from Honour's hand;

And thine, the brightly brilliant bays,

That garland patriots in th' elysian land.

WHERE, high above the ambient hills,

The

gray top towers of

green DRUMGLOW And fed by water that extils

In pearly streams adown its brow;

CLEAR gleams yon little upland pool,
Illumed by the meridian ray,

While from its bosom, calm and cool,

The turbid GAIRNEY 17 winds away;

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AND, by the cliffs of Cleish, serene,

In wild meanders, murm'ring, flows Through woody steeps, and swards of green, Where vernal beauty, flowery, grows.

THEN o'er the plain it gaily sweeps

'Mid fields, and meads, where plenty smiles, Joins yonder, darkly waving deeps,

And sinks, cerulean, in the Lake of Isles.

HIGH towers SALINA's 18 cairn-topt cone,
Begirt with grassy heights of green,
Where, moulder in the mansion lone,
Men, who their foemen's dread had been.

THERE, saintly folly's victim blind,
Sequester'd ERNY 19 scoop'd his cell,
Forsook the joys that charm mankind,
And bade this darling world farewell.

THENCE, Westward, tend the less'ning mounts, Fleck'd by the fleet rack's shadowy hue;

And, through the woodlands flow the founts, That swell the stream of AVONDOW 20.

SEEMS Forth reluctant on to glide,
Or sports it 'mid the valley gay,
When, mirror-bright, its creeping tide
Meanders by yon pile of gray?

TIME! spare these reverend remains;

They bear great KENNETH's 21 royal name; And sleeps beneath their crumbling fanes,

A murder'd monarch's mouldering frame.

THERE, proud and princely, by the strand,
Romantic on the vagrant view,

The crags of SNOWDOUN 22, towery, stand,
Encircled with ethereal blue.

AND, there, that pyramidic HILL 2,

To many a sickly pilgrim throng, Was wont, in yonder well, to spill Its healing springs that flow the vale along.

O FOR Enthusiasm's grandest glow,

When, rapt, I trace yon glorious scene! Swell generous pride, ye raptures grow! Hath heaven such deeds of glory seen!

SEE, see, from yonder hallow'd height,
That chief conduct his gallant train!
"Tis WALLACE 24, of immortal might,
Descends to burst his country's chain.

AH Virtue in what secret cell

Didst thou, sequester'd, seek repose,

Ere on thy foes relentless, fell,

To hurl just vengeance Wallace rose.'