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Hence for a harp all but divine,
The first and best,
And, oh! your aid, ye sacred Nine,
The West, the West, I'll ever sing,
Thee to adore,
And Kemp deplore.
Next his memorial regard,
Scotia's devoted matchless bard,
Eternal Burns, a nation's praise,
And Nelson's too, who won his bays,
With others on the Calton Hill,
Which well the stranger's soul may thrill;
O for its fascinating views!
O to survey
A summer's day!
With unique pleasure turn now we,
No longer can we stay at last
Next in our cursory review,
Thou' star of earth! Thy powers, long may thy Muse's flame
Bright mirror forth!
But vain, Edina, we essay
Thy endless charms half to portray,
So partly finish we our tour,
And now my Muse her wings must cower.
In thee, how time unnoticed fleets!
Farewell, thy gay and bustling streets,
Where endless shops in splendour vie
To fascinate and feast the eye;
Scenes of amusement, rich and new,
And hence, in short,
The choice resort.
Next hail, thee Glasgow, three times hail!
To flourish, may'st thou never fail,
But ever nobly cock thy crest,
As the metropolis of the West;
Hail to thy architecture rare,
Thy sculptured halls and churches fair,
Thy famed Arcade and proud Exchange,
Which well with Britain's best may range;
The elegant and sumptuous shows
Of merchandise thy streets disclose,
Which with their busy masses teem
Like insects in the summer's beam.
Heaven bless your " callans," frank and free,
Your " lassocks " kind, and fair to see;
But first on Flora—first with me—
That lovely flower, Bliss thrice distilled—ay, three times three—
Illustrious city, truly great,
What Muse can e'er thee overrate,
For all that can a people raise,
For all that merits human praise 1
If Modern Athens laurels claim,
Sure equal laurels wreath thy name!
How close that sympathy we see,
In intellectual dignity,
True moral grandeur, wisdom, worth,
The all by Heaven esteemed on earth.
Besides, dear Caledonia's boast,
Renowned afar from coast to coast,
For glorious arts of every grade,
For manufacture as for trade,
Where golden Commerce long hath made
Her chosen home, Whose thousand sons beneath her shade
O wonder, reverence, delight,