EDINA! Scotia's darling feat!

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-fcatt'red flow'rs, As on the banks of Ayr I ftray'd, And finging, lone, the ling'ring hours, I shelter in thy honor'd fhade.

II.

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

Bids elegance and fplendor rife; 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, focial, kind,

With open arms the Stranger hail;

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 !

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 ftrikes th' 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 Fortress gleams afar;

Like fome bold Vet'ran, gray in arms,
And mark'd with many a feamy fear:
The pond'rous wall and maffy bar,
Grim-rifing o'er the rugged rock;
Have oft withstood affailing War,
And oft repell'd the Invader's fhock.

VI.

With awe-ftruck thought, and pitying tears,
I view that noble, ftately 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 fteps,
Whose ancestors, in days of yore,

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Thro'

Thro' hoftile ranks and ruin'd gaps

Old Scotia's bloody Lion bore:

Ev'n I who fing in ruftic lore,

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 Legislation's fov'reign pow'rs!
From marking wildly-fcatter'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 fhade.

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