65 Sae straught, sae taper, tight an’ clean so, straight, so
Nane else came near it. no-one
Her Mantle large, of greenish hue,
My gazing wonder chiefly drew;
Deep lights and shades, bold-mingling, threw
70 A lustre grand;
And seem’d, to my astonish’d view,
A well-known Land.
Here, rivers in the sea were lost;
There, mountains to the skies were tosst;
75 Here, tumbling billows mark’d the coast,
With surging foam;
There, distant shone Art’s lofty boast,
The lordly dome.
Here, DOON pour’d down his far-fetch’d floods;
80 There, well-fed IRWINE stately thuds: beats/churns
Auld hermit AIRE staw thro’ his woods, Ayr, stole/steals
On to the shore;
And many a lesser torrent scuds races along
With seeming roar.
85 Low, in a sandy valley spread,
An ancient BOROUGH rear’d her head;
Still, as in Scottish Story read,
She boasts a Race
To ev’ry nobler virtue bred,
90 And polish’d grace.
[By stately tow’r, or palace fair,
Or ruins pendent in the air,
Bold stems of Heroes, here and there,
I could discern;
95 Some seem’d to muse, some seem’d to dare,
With feature stern.
My heart did glowing transport feel,
To see a Race2 heroic wheel,
And brandish round the deep-dy’d steel
100 In sturdy blows;
While, back-recoiling, seem’d to reel
Their Suthron foes. English
His COUNTRY’S SAVIOUR,3 mark him well!
Bold RICHARDTON’S4 heroic swell;
105 The Chief on Sark5 who glorious fell
In high command;
And He whom ruthless Fates expel
His native land.
There, where a sceptr’d Pictish6 shade
110 Stalk’d round his ashes lowly laid,
I mark’d a martial Race, pourtray’d
In colours strong:
Bold, soldier-featur’d, undismay’d,
They strode along.
115 Thro’ many a wild, romantic grove,7
Near many a hermit-fancy’d cove
(Fit haunts for Friendship or for Love
In musing mood),
An aged Judge, I saw him rove,
120 Dispensing good.
With deep-struck, reverential awe,8
The learned Sire and Son I saw:
To Nature’s God, and Nature’s law,
They gave their lore;
125 This, all its source and end to draw,
That, to adore.
BRYDON’S brave Ward I well could spy,9
Beneath old SCOTIA’S smiling eye;
Who call’d on Fame, low standing by,
130 To hand him on,
Where many a Patriot-name on high,
And Hero shone].
The final seven stanzas, enclosed above in square brackets, were added in the Edinburgh edition, 1787.
Duan Second
With musing-deep, astonish’d stare,
I view’d the heavenly-seeming Fair;
A whisp’ring throb did witness bear
Of kindred sweet,
5 When with an elder Sister’s air
She did me greet.
‘All hail! my own inspired Bard!
In me thy native Muse regard!
Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard,
10 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,
15 Who, all beneath his high command,
Harmoniously,
