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All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a Monarch's feet

Sat Legislation's fov’reign pow'rs!

From

From marking wildly-scatt'red flow'rs,

As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours,

I shelter in thy honor'd shade.

II.

Here Wealth still swells the golden tide,

As busy Trade his labours plies; There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and fplendor rise ; Here Justice, 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, social, kind,

With open arms the Stranger hail ;

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

Above the narrow, rural vale ; Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,

Or modeft Merit's silent claim :

And never may their sources fail !

And never envy blot their name !

IV.

Thy Daughters bright thy walks adorn,

Gay as the gilded summer sky, Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn,

Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy! Fair B-strikes th' adoring eye,

Heav'n's beauties on my fancy shine ; I see the Sire of Love on high,

And own his work indeed divine!

V.

There watching high the least alarms,
Thy rough rude Fortress gleams afar ;

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Like fome bold Vet'ran, gray in arms,

And mark'd with many a seamy scar: The pond'rous wall and massy bar,

Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock; Have oft withstood assailing War,

And oft repell’d the Invader's shock;

VI.

With awe-struck 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 dust! Their hapless Race wild-wand'ring roam!

Tho' rigid Law cries out, 'twas just !

VII.

Wild beats my heart, to trace your steps,

Whose ancestors, in days of yore,

VOL. II. ,

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Thro'

Thro' hoftile ranks and ruin'd

gaps Old Scotia's bloody Lion bore : Ev'n I who fing in rustic lore,

Haply, my Sires have left their shed, And fac'd grim Danger's loudest roar,

Bold-following where your Fathers led !

VIII.

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Edina! Scotia's darling seat !

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a Monarch's feet

Sat Legislation's fov'reign pow'rs! From marking wildly-scatter'd flow'rs,

As on the banks of Ayr I ftray'd, And finging, lone, the ling'ring hours,

I shelter in thy honor'd shade.

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