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His country's saviour*, mark him well!
Bold Richardton'st heroic swell;
The chief on Sarkt who glorious fell,

In high command;
And he whom ruthless fates expel

His native land.

There, where a seeptr'a Pictish shades btalk'd round his ashes lowly laid, I markd a martial race, pourtray'd

In colours strong; Bola, soldier-featurd, undismay'd

They strode along.

Thro? many a wild, romantic grovell,
Near many a hermit-fancy'd cove,
EU pants for friendship or for love,

In musing mood,)
An aged judge, I saw him rove,

Dispensing good.

With deep-struck reverential aweg The learned sire and son I saw,

* William Wallace.

+ Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence.

# Wallace, laird of Craigie, who was second in command, under Douglas earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448.

That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action.

§ Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial place is still shown.

|| Barskimming, the seat of the lord justice clerk.

9 Catrine, the seat of the late doctor, and present professor Stewart.

To nature's, God and nature's law

They gave their lore, This, all its source and end to draw,

That, to adore. Brydono's brave ward* I well could spy, Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye; Who call'd on Fame, low standing by,

To hand him on, Where many a patriot-name on high

And hero shone.

DUAN SECOND.

With musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
I view'd the heav'nly-seeming fair ;
A whisp’ring throb did witness bear

Of kindred sweet,
When with an elder sister's air

She did me greets

6 All hail ! my own inspired bard ! In me thy native muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard,

Thus poorly low! I come to give thee such reward

As we bestow.

“ Know the great genius of this land Has many a light, aerial band, Who, all beneath his high command,

Harmoniously, As arts or arms they understand,

Their labours ply.

“ They Scotia's race among them share; Some fire the soldier on to dare; Some rouse the patriot up to bare

Corruption's heart: Some teach the bard, a darling care,

The tuneful art.

* Colonel Fullarton.

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To nature's, God and nature's law

They gave their lore, This, all its source and end to draw,

That, to adore.

Brydone's brave ward* I well could spy, Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye; Who call'd on Fame, low standing by,

To hand him on, Where many a patriot-name on high

And hero shone.

DUAN SECOND.

With musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
I view'd the heav'nly-seeming fair ;
A whisp’ring throb did witness bear

Of kindred sweet,
When with an elder sister's air

She did me greets
All hail! m

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“ 'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They ardent, kindling spirits pour; Or, mid the venal senate's roar,

They: sightless, stand, To mend the honest patriot-lore,

And grace the hand.

“ And when the bard, or hoary sage, Charm or instruct the future age, They bind the wild, poetic rage

In energy, Or point the inconclusive page

Full on the eye.

“ Hence Fullarton, the brave and young: Hence Dempster's zeal-inspired tongue; Hence sweet harmonious Beattie sung

His " Minstrel lays ;" Or tore, with noble ardour stung,

The scettic's bays.

To lower orders are assign'd
The humbler ranks of human-kind,
The rustic bard, the lab’ring hind,

The artisan;
All chuse, as various they're inclin'd,

The various man.

“ When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threat'ning storin some, strongly, rein: Some teach to meliorate the plain,

With tillage-skill ; And some instruct the shepherd-train,

Blythe o'er the hill,

S6 Some hint the lover's harmless wile ; Some grace the maiden's artless smile; Some sooth the lab'rer's weary toil,

For humble gains, And make his cottage-scenes beguile

His cares and pains.

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