Owad fome Pow'r the giftie gie us To see ourselves as others fee us!

It wad frae many a blunder free us

An' foolifh notion:

What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,

And ee'n Devotion!

ADDRESS

EDINBURGH.

EDINA

I

DINA! Scotia's darling feat ! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a monarch's feet Sat Legiflation's fov'reign pow'rs; From marking wildly fcatter'd flowr's As on the banks of Ayr I ftray'd, And finging, lone, the ling'ring hours, I fhelter in thy honor'd shade.

II

Here Wealth ftill fwells the golden tide,
As bufy Trade his labours plies;
There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and splendor rife:
Here juftice, from her native skies,

High wields her balance and her rod;

There learning, with his eagle eyes,
Seeks Science in her coy abode.

III.

Thy Sons Edina, focial, kind,

With open arms the ftranger hail

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Their views enlarg'd, their lib'ral mind,

Above the narrow, rural vale : Attentive ftill to Sorrow's wail,

Or modeft Merit's filent claim; And never may their fources fail! And never envy blot their name!

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Thy Daughters bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded fummer fky,
Sweet as the dewy, milk-white thorn,
Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!

Fair B ftrikes the adoring eye,

Heav'n's beauties on my fancy fhine;

I fee the Sire of Love on high,

And own his work indeed divine!

V.

There, watching high the leaft alarms,

Thy rough, rude Fortrefs gleams afar ;
Like fome bold Vet'ran, gray in arms,
And mark'd with many a feamy scar:
The pond'rous wall and maffy bar,
Grim-rifing o'er the rugged rock,
Have oft with flood affailing War,
And oft repell'd th' Invader's fhock.
VI.

With awe-truck thought, and pitying tears,
I view that noble, stately Dome,

Where Scotia's kings of other years,
Fam'd heroes! had their royal home:
Alas, how chang'd the times to come!
Their royal Name, low in the duft !
Their hapless Race wild-wand'ring roam !
Tho' rigid law cries out, 'twas just !
VII.

Wild beats my heart, to trace your steps,
Whofe ancestors, in days of yore,
Thro' hoftile ranks and ruin'd gaps
Old Scotia's bloody lion bore:

Ev'n I who fing in ruftic lore,

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Haply my Sires have left their fhed, And fac'd grim Danger's loudest roar, Bold-following where your Fathers led! VIII.

Edina! Scotia's darling feat!

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legiflation's fov'reign pow'rs! From marking wildly-fcatt'red flow'rs, As on the banks of Ayr I ftray'd, And finging, lone, the ling'ring hours, I fhelter in thy honor'd fhade.

And morning Pouffie whiddin seen

Infpire my Mufe,

This freedom, in an unknown frien',

On Faften-een we had a rockin

To ca' the crack and weave our stockin;

And there was muckle fun and jokin,

Ye need na doubt;

At length we had a hearty yokin

At fang about.