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'Tis true thy charms, O powersal maid,

When youthful years, a foe to lonely nights, To life can bring the silent shade:

Impel young hearts to Hymen's chaste delights, Thou canst surpass the painter's art,

I view'd th'admiring train with equal eye, And real warmth and flames impart.

True to each hope, and faithful to each sigh: But oh! it ne'er can love like me,

The happy hours of admiration past, l've ever lov’d, and lov'd but thee:

The hand of nuptial love was given at last; Then, charıner, grant my fond request,

Not to the faithful vouch my charms inspir'd,
Say thou canst love, and make me blest.

Nor those who sougat my cliarms, nor who admir'd;
He not prefer'd for merit, wit, or sense,
Not chose, but suffer'd with indifference,

Who neither knew to love, or be belor'd,
TO H. HI.

Approv'd me not, and just not disapprov'd,
IN THE ASSEMBLY.

Nor warmth pretended, nor affection show'd;

Ask'd, not implor'u ; I vieleled, not bestos'd: While crown'd with radiant charms divine, Without or hopes or fears I join'd his side, Unnumber'd beauties round thee shine;

His mistress never, and but scarce his bride. When Erskine lears her happy man,

No joys at home, abroad was only show; And Johnstone shakes the fiuttering fan;

I neither gain'd a friend, por lost a fox: When beauteous Pringle shmes confest,

For, lost alike to pleasure, love, and fame, And gently heaves her swelling breast,

My person he enjoys, and I his name. Her raptur'd partner still at gaze,

Yet patient still I lead my anxious life, Pursuing through each winding maze;

Pleas'd that I'm call'd my tormal husband's wife.
Say, youth, and canst thou keep secure
Thy heart from conquering beauty's pow'r?
Or, hast thou not, how soon! betray'd

THE YOUNGEST GRACE.
The too-believing country maid?
Whose young and unexperienc'd years

A LOVE-ELEGY.
From thee no evil purpose fears;

ADDRESSED TO A LADY, WHO HAD JUST FINISHED And yielding to lore's gentle sway,

HER FIFTEENTH YEAR.
Knows not that lovers can betray.
How shall she curse deceiving men!

His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inasi How shali ste e'er belicve again?

Munere

Virg. Euelde For me, my happier lut decrees

As heauty's queen in her aèrial ha'l The joy's of love that constant please;

Sublimely seated on a golden throne, A warm, benign, and geative Dame,

Before her high tribunal samnon'd all
That clear y burns, and still the same;

Who or on earth, sea, ait, lier empire oro;
Unlike those fires thai fools betray,
That fiercely burn, but swift decay;

First came her son, her pow'r, her darling boss Which warring passions bourly raise,

Whose gentlest breath can raise the timest dane, A short and momentary blaze.

Oft working mischief, though his end be jov, My Hume, my beauteous Hume! constrains

And though devoid of sight, yet sure of an. My heart in voluntary chains: Well-pleas'd, for her iny voice I raise;

With him, his youthful consort, sad no more, For daily joys claim da ly praise.

Psyche, infranchis'd from all mortal pain, Can I forsake the fair, complete

Who, every trial of obedience o'er, In all that's soft, and all that's sweet;

Enjoys the blessings of the heavenly reign. Wheo Heav'n bas in her forin combin'd 'The scatter'd graces of her kind?

Next, as it well beseein'd, the tuneful Nine, Has she not all the charms that lie

Daughters of memory, and dear to Jure, In Gordon's blush, and Lockhart's eye;

Who, as they list, the liearts of men incline The down of lovely Haya's hair,

To wit, to music, poetry, or love. Killoclija's shape, or Cockbwn's air?

She who with milder breath inspiring fills, Can time to love a period bring

Than ever Zephyr knew, the heart-born site Of charms, for ever in their spring?

Or else from Nature's preguant source distil "Tis destb alone the lover frees,

The tender drops that swell the love-sick efe. Who loves so long as she can please.

Or she who from her copions store affords,

When love decrees, the faithful youth to bless, ÍNDIFFERENCE.

The sacred energy of melting words,

In the dear hour and season of success.
By various youths admir'd, by all approv'd,
By many songht, lay one sincerely lov'd,

Last in the train two sisters fair appear'd, (svext; Chief of Edina's fair I fourish'd long,

Sorrowing they seem'd, yet seeu'd their sostor Fist in the dance, the visit, and the song;

Nor ever from the ground their eyes they reard, Beauty, good-nature, in my form combin'd,

Nor tripp'd, as they were wont, on snory it My body one adorn’d, and one my inind.

The Cyprian goddess cast her eyes around,

And gaz'd o’er all, with ever new delight; 1 Henry Home, afterwards Lord Kames. See So bright an host was no where to be found: Life of Hamilton. C.

Her heart dilates, and glories in its might.

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But when without their lov'd companion dear Hermes, sly god, resolv'd thy spleen to hit,
Two solitary Graces hand in hand

Thry spleen, but, of itself, too apt to move;
Approach'd, the goddess inly 'gan tu fear

Prone to offend with ott-mistaking wit, What might befal the youngest of the band : That soe perverse to nature and to love. “ Ah! whither is retir'd my darling joy,

“ Much gloz'd he spiteful, how rebellious vonth, My youngest Grace, the pride of all my reign,

Lost to thy fear, and recrcant from thy name, First in my care, and ever in my eye,

Fal to the interest of the heart, and truth, Why is she now the lag of all my train?

On foreign altars kindles impious flame. "Ah me! some danger threats my Cyprian state,

“Much gloz'd he tauntful, how to nobler ainis Which, goldess as I am, I can't foresee;

The youth awakening from each female wile, Some dire disaster labours, (ah, my fate!)

No longer met in love's opprobrious fames, To wrest love's sceptre troin my son and me.”

Slaves to an eye, or vassals to a smile.

“ Now fifteen years the still-returning spring She wept: not more she wept, when first her eyes Saw low in dust her llion's towery pride;

With flow's the bosom of the earth has sow'd,

As oft the groves heard Philomela sing,
Nor from her breast more frequent burst the sighs,

And trees have paid the fragrant gifts they ow'd,
When her lov'd youth, her dear Adonis died.

“Since our dear sister left the heavenly bow'rs:
“ Yet, yet,” she cry'l, “ I will a monarch reign! Sorill'd the Fates, and such their high commands,

In my last deed my greatness shall be seen: She should be bom in high Elina's tow'rs,
Ye loves, ve Smiles, ve Graces, all my train,

To thee far dearer than all other lands.
Attend your mother, and obey your queen.

“ There, clad in mortal form, she lies conceal'l,
" Wisdom's vain goddess weaves some treacherous A veil more bright than mortal form e'er knew;
wile,

So fair was ne'er to dreaming bard reveald,
Or baughty Juno, Heaven's relentless dame: Nor sweeter e'er the shadowing pencil drew.
Haste! bendeach buw; haste! brighten every smile,
Aud lanch from every eye the lightning's flame."

" Where'er the beauteous heart-compeller moves,

She scatters wide perdition all around :
Then had fell Discord broke the golden chain

Biest with celestial form, and crown'd with loves,
That does the harmony of all uphold,

No single breast is refractory found.
And where these orbs in beauteous order reign,

“Vain Pallas now th'unequal confict shuns; Brought back the anarchy of Chaos old:

Vain are the terrours of her gorgon shield : When Cupid keen unlocks his feather'd store,

Wit bends; but chief Apollo's yielding sons :

To thy fair doves Juno's proud peacocks yield.
When Venus burns with more than mortal fire,
Mortals, immortals, all had Med before

“ No rival pow'rs thy envied cmpire share; The Loves, the Graces, and the Smiles in ire:

Revolted mortals crowd again thy sbrine;

Duteous to love, and every pleasing care,
In vain, t'avert the borrors of that hour,

All hearts are hers, and all her heart is thine.
Anxious for fate, and fearing for his sky,
The sire of gods and men had try'd his pow'r, " So mild a sway the willing nations own;
And hung his golden balances on high:

By her thou triumph'st o'er this subject ball;

Whilst men (the secret of the skies unknown)
Had not the eldest Grace, serene and mild,

The beauteous apparition Laura call."
Whu wish'd this elementa war might cease,
Sprung forward with persuasive look, and smil'd
The furious mother of desires to peace.

LOVE TURNED TO DESPAIR.
"Ab whence this rage, vain child of empty fear!” | 'Tis past! the pangs of love are past,
With accent mild thus spoke the heav'nly maid,

I love, I love no more ;
“ What words, O sovereign of hearts! severe Yet who would think I am at last

Slave pass'd the roses of thy lips unweigh'l? More wretched than before?
“ Think not mankind forsake thy mystic law: How bless'd, when first my heart was freed

Thy son, thy pride, thy own Cupido reigns; From lore's tormenting care,
Heard with respect, and seen with tender awe; If cold indifference did succeed,

Mighty on thrones, and gentle on the plains, Instead of tierce despair?
« Remember'st not how in the blest abodes

But ah ! how ill is he releas'd,
Of high Olympus an ethereal guest,

Though love a tyrant reigus,
Mix'd with the synod of th' asseinbled gods, When the successor in his breast

Thou shar'd'st the honours of'th'ambrosial feast? Redoubles all his pains:
* Celestial pleasures reigning all around,

In vain attempts the woeful wight,
Such as the pow'rs who live at ease enjoy,

That would despair remove:
The smiling bowl with life iminoital crown'd, Its little finger has more weight
By rosy fleba, and the Phrygian boy:

Than all the loins of lore:

A FRAGMENT.

Thus the poor wretch that lost his dom

THE FLOWERS.
With spirit foul accurst,

A FRAGMENT.
Found seven, returning late, at home
More dreadful than the first.

The care of gardens, and the garden's pride

To rear the blooming flowers, invites the Muse; Well hop'd I once that constancy

A grateful task! To thee, O Humne, she sings, Might sosten rigour's frown,

Well-pleas'd amid the verdant walks to stray Would from the chains of hate set free,

With thee, her chief delight, when summer smiles. And pay my ransom down:

Come now, my love, nor fear the winter's rage;

For see, the winter's past, the rains are gone: But, ah! the judge is too severe,

Behold, the singing of the birds is now, I sink beneath his ire;

Season benign: the joyous race prepare The sentence is gone forth, to bear

Their nalive inelody, and warbling airs Despair's eternal fire.

Are heard in every grove: the flowers appear,

Earth's smiling offspring, and the beauteous meade The hopes of sinners, in the day.

Are cloth'd in pleasant green : now fruitful trees Of thcir fears abate;

Put forth their tender buds that soon sball swell grare, But every hope flies far away,

With rich nectareous juice, and woo thy hand When mercy shuts ber gate:

To pluck their ripen'd sweets. Forsake a while

The noise of cities, and with me retire The sinallest alms could oft suffice

To rural solitude. Lo! for thy head Love's hunger to assuage;

I weave a garland, deck'd with vernal flowers, Despair, the worm that never dies,

Violet, and hyacinth, and blushing rose
Still gnaws with ceaseless rage.

Of every rich perfume ; here in this calm
And undisturb'd retreat content to dwell
Secluded from mankind, with thee and love

Sweet'ner of human cares. But thou perhaps
DOVES.

Delight'st to bear the voice that bids thee come
To festival and dance, thou Jong'st to meet

The rapturid youth, that at assembly hour
Of dores,sweet gentle birds, the heaven-born Muse Thy native softness, fresh as breathing flowers

Awaits thy coming: haste, adorn'd in all Prepares to sing, their manners, and what law

Sweet sinelling in the morning dew, and fire The blameless race obey, their cares and loves.

His soul, ill able to resist such charms, O sacred virgin, that, to me unseen

Won with attractive smiles; while I far off Yet present, whispers nightly in my ear

Bemoan thy absence, and thy image form Love-dited song or tale of inartial knight,

In every thicket and each secret grove, As best becomes the time, and aidful grants

To soothe my longing mind by fancy's aid, Celestial grace implor'd: 0! bounteous, say

Pleasing resemblance! until thou thyself, What favourite maid in her first bloom of youth

O fairest among women, deign to grace Wilt choose to honour? Seem I not to see

The bower that lore prepares, from me to learn The laurel shake, and hear the voice divine

The care and culture of the flowery kind,
Sound in mine car: “ With Erskine best agrees
The song of doves; berself a dove, well-pleas'd
List gracious to the tale benign, and hear
How the chaste bird with words of fondling love,
Soft billing, wooes his maid; their spousal loves,

THE EPISODE OF THE THISTLE. Pure and unstain'd with jealous fear of change;

FLOWERS, BOOK I.
How studious they to build their little nests,
Nature's artificers and tender, breed

Nor to the garden sole where fair resides
Their unfledg’d children, till they wing their flight, As in her court the scarlet queen, amil
Each parent's care.” Come, as the Muse ordains, ller train of Howery nymphs, docs Nature boon
O! thou of every grace, wbose looks of love, Indulge her gifts; but to each pameless field,
Erskine, attractive, draw all wondering eyes, When the warm Sun rejoicing in the year
Constant to gaze; and whose subduing speech Stirs up the latent juice, she scatters side
Drops as the honeycomb, and grace is pour'd Her rosy children: then, innumerous births
Into thy lips: for ever thee attends

As from the womb spring up, and wide perfume Sweetness thy handmaid, and, with beauty, clothes | Their cradles with ambrosial sweets around. As with the morning's robe invested round: Far as the eye can reach all Nature smiles, () come, again invok'd, and smiling lend

Hill, dale, or vailey, where a lucid stream Thy pleas'd attention, whilst in figurd silk Leads through the level-down his silver maze, Thy knowing needle plants th' embroider'd flower Gliding with even pace, direct, as one As in its native bed: so may'st thou find

On journey bent, and now meandering fair, Delight perpetual and th’inclining car

Unnumber'd currents to and fro convolv'd, Of Heav'n propitious to thy maiden vow,

His pastime, underneath the azure green When thou shalt seek from love a youth adorn'd The wanton fishes sport; and round his banks, With all perfection, worthy of thy choice,

Sole or in consort, the aërial kind To bless thy night of joy and social care.

Resound in air with song: the wild thyme here O happy he, for whom the vow is made!

Breathes fragrance, and a thousand glittering

flowers

*

Art never so:v'd. Er'n here the rising weed By the disposing will of gracious Heav'n The landscape paints; the lion's yellow tooth, Ordain'd the prince of peace, fair Ethelind, The enameli'd daisy, with its rose adorn'd Grace of the Pictish throne, in rosy youth The prickly briar, and the Thistle rude,

Of beauty's bloom, in his young heart inspird An armed warrior, with his host of spears.

Spousal-desires, soft love, and dove-ey'd peace, Tbrice happy plant! fair Scotia's greatest pride, Ker dowry. Then his hyineneal torch Emblem of modest valour, unprovok'u

Concord high brandish'd; and in bonds of love That harmeth not; provok’l, that will not bear Link'd the contending race. But, ah! how vain Wrong unreveng'd. What though the humble root Hopes mortal man, his joys on Earth to last Dishonour'd erst, the growth of every field Perpetual and sincere: for Athelstane, Arose unheeded through the stubborn soil

Fierce from the conquest of great Alured, Jejune! though softer towers, disdainful, fly Northumbrian ruler, came. On Tweda's shore Thy fellowship, nor in the nosegay join,

Full twenty thousand brazen spears he fixt, Ill-match'd compeers; not less the dews of Heav'n Shining a deathful view; dis nay'd the brave Bathe thy rough cheeks, and wash thy warlike mail, Erst undismay'd: ev’n he their warlike chief, Gift of indulgent skies ! Though lily pure

Hangus, in arms a great and mighty name, And rose of fragrant leaf, best represent

Felt his fierce heart suspended, if to meet Maria's snowy breast and ruddy cheek

Th’outra geous Saxon, dreadful in the ranks Blushing with bloom; though Ormond's laurel Of battle disarray’d. Suppliant of help, Sublimer braneh, indulging loftier shade (rear He sues the Scotish race, by friendly ties To heaven-instructed bard, that strings beneath, Adjur'd, and nuptial rites and equal fears. Melodious, his sounding wire, to tales

Led by their gallant prince, the chosen train Of beauty's praise, or from victorious camps Forsake their native walls. The glad acclaim Heroes returning fierce: unenvied may

Of shouting crowds, and the soft virgins' wish The snowy lily flourish round the brow

Pursue the parting chiefs to battle sent, Of Gallia's king; the thistle happier far

With omens not a verse. Darkness arose Exalted into noble fame, shall rise

O’er Heav'n and Earth, as now but narrow space Triumphant o'er each flower, to Scotia's bards Sunder'd each hostile force: sole in his tent Subject of lasting song, their monarch's choice; The youthful chief, the hope of Albion, lay Who, bounteous to the lowly weed, refus'd Slumbering secure, when in the hour of sleep Each other plant, and bade the Thistle wave,

A venerable form, Saint Andrew, seen Embroider'd, in his ensigns, wide display'd Majestic, solemn, grand, before his sight Among the mural breach. How oft, beneath In vision, stood: his deep and piercing eye Its martial influence, have Scotia's sons

Look'd wisdom, and mature sedateness weigh'd Through every age with dauntless valour fought To doubtful counsels; from his temples flow'd On every hostile ground! while o'er their breast, His bair, wbite as the snowy fleece that clothes Companion to the silver star, blest type

The Alpine ridge, across his shoulders hung Of fame unsullied and superior deed,

A baldric, where some heavenly pencil wrought Distinguish'd ornament! their native plant Th’events of years to come; prophetic drawn, Surrounds the sainted cross, with costly row

Seasons and times: in his right hand he held Of gems, emblaz'd, and flame of radiant gold, A cross, far beaming through the night; his left A sacred mark, their glory and their pride! A pointed thistle rear'd.

“ Fear not,” he cry'd, Bit wouldst thou know how first th' illustrious “ Thy country's early pride; for lo! to thee Rose to renown? hear the recording Muse! (plant Commission d I, from Heav'n's eternal king, While back through ages that have roll'd she leads Ethereal messenger of tidings glad, Th' inquiring eye, and wakens into life

Propitious now am sent:- then, be thou bold, Heroes and mighty kings whose god-like deels To morrow shall deliver to thy hand Are now no more; yet still the fame survives, The troops of Athelstane. But oh! attend, Victor o'er time, the triumph of the Muse! Instructed from the skies, the terms of fate,

As yet for love of arts and arms renown'd, Conditional assign'd; for if misled For boary sires with gifts of wisdom grac'd, By sacred lust of arbitrary sway, Unrival'd maids in beauty's bloom, desire

Thou, or of thee to come, thy race shall wage Of every eye, and youthful gallant chiefs

Injurious war, unrighteous to invade For courage fam'd and blest with sacred song, His reighbour's realms; who dares the guilty deed, Flourish’d, sublime, the Pictish throne; and shard, Him Heaven shall desert in needful hour Rival of Scotia's power, fair Caledon.

Of sad distress, deliverd o'er a prey Equals in sway, while both alike aspir'd

To all the nations round. This plant I bear, To single rule, disdaining to obey:

Expressive emblem of thy equal deed: Oft led by hate and thirst of dire revenge

This, inotiensive in its native tield, For ravish'd beauty, or for kindred slain,

Peaceful inhabitant, and lowly grows; Wide wasting others' realms with inroads fierce Yet who with hostile hands its bristly spears Until the Second Kenneth, great in arips, Unpunish'd may provoke and such be thou Brandish'd th' avenging sword, that low in dust Unprompt to invade, and active to defend; Humbled the baughty race: yet ort, of war

Wise fortitude! but when the morning flames, Wcary and havo k dire, in mutual blood

Secure in Heav'n, against yon fated host Embrull, the nations join'l in leagues of peace Go up, and overcome. When home return'd Short space enjoyid; wben nice suspicious fears, With triumph crown'd, grateful to me shalt rear By jealous love of empire bred, agair,

A rising temple on the destin'd space, With fatal brcaih, b'ew the dire tame of war, With lofty towers and battlements adorn'd, Rekindling fierce. Thus, when Achaius reign'd, A house where God shall dwell.” The vision spoke,

And mix'd with night, when starting from his couch The ordinance of Heav'n, and great decree,
The youth from slumber wak'd. The mingled cries Voice of the silent night: 0 ill foreseen!,
Of horse, and horsemen furious for the day, O judgments ill forewarn'd and sure denounc'rt
Assail his ears. And now both armies clos'd Of future woes and covenants broke in blood,
Tempestuous tight. Aloud the welkin roars, That children's children wept: how didst thon
Resounding wide, and groans of death are heard O virgin daughter, and what tears bedewd [grieve,
Superior o'er the din. The rival chiefs

The cheek of hoary age, when, as the Fates,
Each adverse battle gor'd. Here Athelstane, Transgress’d the bigh command, severely willid,
Horrent in mail, rear'd high his moony shield The hapless youth, as the fierce lion's whelp,
With Saxón trophies charg'd and deeds of blood, Fell in the fatal snare? that sacred head
Horrid achievement! nor less furious there Where late the Graces dwelt, and wisdom mild
Hungus, inilai'd with desperate rage and keen Subdued attention, ghastly, pale, delonin'd,
Desire of victory; and near him join'd,

Of royalty despoild, by ruthless hands With social valour, by the vision fi:'d,

Fixt on a spear, the scoff of gazing crowds, The hopes of Caledon, the Scotish oak

Mean triumph, borne: then first the radiant cross Plies furious, that from the mighty's blood

Submitted in the dust, dishonour foul, Return'd not back unstain’d. Thus, when the seeds Her holy splendours; first, the thistle's spears Of fire and vitrous spime and grain adust, Broke by a hostile hand, the silver-star Sulphureous, distend Earth's hollow womb, Felt dim eclipse, and mouro'd in dark sojourn, Sicilian Etna labours to disgorge

A tedious length of years, till he, the fifth Dreadful eruption; from the smoking top

Triumphant James, of Stuart's ancient line, Flows down tbe molten rock in liquid ore, Restord the former grace, and bade it shine, A threefold current to the wasted plain,

With added gifts adorn'd. To chosen twelve, Each ravaging a separate way: so fought

Invested with the ornaments of fame,
Desperate the chiets; nine hours in equal scale Their sovereign's love, he bounteous, gave to wear,
The battle bung, the tenth the angel rear'd Across their shoulders fung, the radiant brede
The tutelary cross, then disarray

Of evening blue, of sinple faith unstain'd
Fell on the Saxon bost. Thus when of old Mysterious sign and loyalty sincere.
Th' Amalekite in vale of Rephidiin,

Approven chiefs ! how many sons, enrollid Against the chosen race of Judah, set

In the fair deathless list, has Scotia seen, The battle in array, and various chance

Or terrible in war for bold exploit? Alternate rul'd, wheo as the Sun went down, Blest champions! or in the mild arts of peace Aaron and Hur upstaid the failivg lands

Lawgivers wise, and of endanger'd rights Of Moses, to sustain the potent rod,

Firm guarilians in evil times, to death Till Israel overthrew: thus sore that day

Asserting Virtue's cause, and Virtue's train? The battle went against the numerous hosts Blest patronage! nor these, with envę, view Of Athelstane, impure; the daring chief, th’embroider'd garter to surround the knee Far from the slaughter borne, a swelling stream Of military chiefs of Brutus' blood; By sudden rains high surging o'er its banks, With equal honours grae'd, while monarchs bear Impervious to his flight, for ever sunk,

The consecrated cross, and happy plant Number'd amongst the dead. Then rout on rout, Bright on the regal robe; nor valued inore Confusion on confusion, will dismav,

Th' anointing oil of Hear'n! In Britain's shield And slaughter raging wide, o'ertun'd the bands The northern siar mingles with George's beams, Erewhile so proud array'd. Amaz'd they fell Consorted tight, and near Hibernia's harp, B före the Scotish sword; for from the su ord, Brearbing the spirit of peace and social lore, From the drawn sword, they fled, the bended bov, Harmonious power, the Scotish thistle fils The vietor's shout, and honour of the war. Distinguish'd place, and guards the English rose.

The royal youth, thus victor of his vous, Leads to his nat ve land with conquest crown's, His warring powers; nor oi the heavenly dream Unmindful, bare the promis'd towers aspire

TO A GENTLEMAN GOING TO TRAVEL With so em rites ipade sacred to the paine Of him in vision scen. Then to inspire

Trahit sua quemque voluptas. Love of hervic worth, and kindle seeds

Well, sung of old, in everlasting strains, Of virtuous emulation in the soul

Horace, sucet lyrist; wbile the Roman harp Ripening to de d, he crown'd his manly breast Ile string by Tyber's yellow bank, to charm With a refulgent star, and in the star

Tuscan Mecenas, thy well-judging ear; Amidst the rubies' biaze, distinguish'd shines How in life's journey, various wishes lead The sainted cross, around whose gollen verge Through different roads, to ditlirent ends, the race Th' embroider's thistle, bol st enclosure! winds Diverse of human kind. The hero inus A warlike foliage of ported spears

Careless of rest, ot' sultry Libyan heat Defencetui: last, partakers of his fame,

Patient, and Russian cold, to win renown; He adds a chosen train of gallant youths,

Mighty in arms, and wariike enterprise ; Iliustrious fellowship! above their peers

Vain efforts ! the coquetti b nyniph still fies Exalted eminent: the shining band,

Ilis swift pursuit, and jilts Ambition's hope. Dé ste to fame, along the crowded streets At home, ihis man with ease and plenty bless d Are leci, exulting, to the lofty tane With holy festival and ritual pomp

1 This refers to the story of King Alpin slaia by Installd, of solemn prayer, and offer'd vows the Picts, and his head fixed to a poies

. See Bum Inviolate, and sacred, to preserve

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