O FAR from fair Britannia's throne

Be such a chief, in guilt immane; But, to renown and virtue known,

May greatly good her mighty princes reign.

DUNMAIT 33 thy parnassian cone,

I view with pleasure, and with pride: Be Pindus' sweetest springs thy own; No dewless mornings o'er thee glide.

THE Zephyrs, charm'd, around the plain
Thy bard's melodious song convey;
The echoes, wondering at the strain,
Enchanted, learn his lyric lay.

YE muses! hover o'er his home,

Who sung FIORDA'S 34

mazy stream;

Pierian maids! around him roam,

And fire his soul with many a bardly beam.

THE boreal vale-mere, Ochel high,
A fountful, rich, hyblean hill,

Whose breezy summit scales the sky,
Whose wide womb silver fossils fill.

Its grand, olympian cop of green,

Proud BENCLOCH 35

parts the ambient air,

A beauteous cone, remotely seen,

Commanding many a belvidere.

MAJESTIC, 'mid the sailing rack,

Appears CRAIG-LEITH'S 36 tremendous front,

And, of the angry storm's attack,

Regardless, bears the battling brunt.

THERE, nestling in the cliffs secure,
The falcon fell its eyry builds;
And reigns relentless, sateless, sure,
The despot of th' adjacent fields.

INNUMEROUS, Wander Ochel's 37 streams

To each point of the circling ball;

Some hail the noon, some th' artic beams,. Forth drinketh Devon's, Ocean, Eden's fall.

FRONTING the South, promiscuous, lie

Its downs, and dells, and bowers of song, And thy green groves, my TULLIRY !

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Thy vales I, happy, roam'd among.

HOME of my childhood! o'er my soul
Thy loved remembrance sweetly glides,
Thy darling scenes, delightsome, roll,
And lure me to their lilied sides.

FROM yon crag's mossy carpet smooth, Where bends the young ash o'er the well, And foxglove flowers the wild bee sooth,

And clovers give their grateful smell,

AND opening roses, on the air,
Ambrosial odours, fine, exhale;

And, with their floating fragrance rare,
Emblossom'd beans the sense regale.

THERE, charm'd, I view the shaws that shade The pure bourn gliding east the glen, Where blushing daisies list the glade,

And broom blowth gilds each rocky den;

AND, there, a beauteous pledge of joy,
Sweet nursling of the vernal sun,

The modest primrose, blandly coy,
Smiles 'mid the waste by winter done.

THERE, pancies, paigles, harebells bloom,
In all the splendour of the spring;
And hyacinths their mild perfume
Diffuse, on zephyr's dewy wing.

THERE, eglantines, and woodbines blow; And asphodels nod in the breeze;

And mead-sweet, o'er the streamlets flow, Delights to ape the trembling trees;

AND Crow-foot flowers the verdant slope
Variegate, with saffron dyes;

And yarrow cups, encluster'd, ope
To sip the nectar of the skies.

THERE, Whortles mantle on the steep,
In red, and green, and mellow blue;
And thymy tendrils, clinging, creep,
And robe the rocks in rosy hue.

THERE, cliff-grown mosses cloud the crag, With all the tints of dusky gray;

And sedges, on the swarded quag,

In velvet stoles, and gold tiaras play.