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| AT length hath Scotland seen |
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| The presence long desired; |
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| The pomp of royalty |
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| Hath gladdened once again |
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| Her ancient palace, desolate how long! |
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| From all parts far and near, |
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| Highland and lowland, glen and fertile carse, |
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| The silent mountain lake, the busy port, |
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| Her populous cities and her pastoral hills, |
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| In generous joy convened |
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| By the free impulse of the loyal heart |
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| Her sons have gathered, and beheld their King. |
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| 3. |
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| A more auspicious union never Earth |
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| From eldest days had seen, |
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| Than when, their mutual wrongs forgiven, |
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| And gallant enmity renounced |
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| With honour, as in honour fostered long, |
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| The ancient kingdoms formed |
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| Their everlasting league. |
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| She brought security and strength, |
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| True hearts, and strenuous hands, and noble minds. |
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| Say Ocean, from the shores of Camperdown, |
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| What Caledonia brought! Say thou, |
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| Egypt! Let India tell! |
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| And let tell Victory |
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| From her Brabantine field, |
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| The proudest field of fame! |
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| 6. |
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| Speak ye too, works of peace; |
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| For ye too have a voice |
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| Which shall be heard by ages! The proud bridge, |
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| Through whose broad arches, worthy of their name |
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| And place, his rising and his refluent tide |
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| Majestic Thames, the royal river rolls! |
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| And that which high in air, |
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| A bending line suspended, shall o'erhang |
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| Menai's straits, as if |
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| By Merlin's mighty magic there sustain'd! |
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| And Pont-Cyssylte, not less wonderous work; |
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| Where on gigantic columns raised |
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| Aloft, a dizzying height, |
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| The laden barge pursues its even way, |
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| While o'er his rocky channel the dark Dee |
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| Hurries below, a raging stream, scarce heard! |
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| And that huge mole, whose deep foundations, firm |
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| As if by Nature laid, |
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| Repel the assailing billows, and protect |
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| The British fleet, securely riding there, |
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| Though southern storms possess the sea and sky, |
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| And from its depths commoved, |
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| Infuriate ocean raves. |
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| Ye stately monuments of Britain's power, |
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| Bear record ye what Scottish minds |
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| Have planned and perfected! |
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| With grateful wonder shall posterity |
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| See the stupendous works, and Rennie's name, |
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| And Telford's shall survive, till time |
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| Leave not a wreck of sublunary things.. |
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| 7. |
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| Him too may I attest for Scotland's praise, |
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| Who seized and wielded first |
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| The mightiest element |
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| That lies within the scope of man's control; |
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| Of evil and of good, |
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| Prolific spring, and dimly yet discern'd |
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| The immeasurable results. |
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| The mariner no longer seeks |
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| Wings from the wind; creating now the power |
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| Wherewith he wins his way, |
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| Right on, across the ocean-flood, he steers |
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| Against opposing skies; |
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| And reaching now the inmost continent, |
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| Up rapid streams, innavigable else, |
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| Ascends with steady progress, self-propell'd. |
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| Nor hath the sister kingdon borne |
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| In science and in arms |
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| Alone, her noble part; |
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| There is an empire which survives |
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| The wreck of thrones, the overthrow of realms, |
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| The downfall, and decay, and death |
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| Of nations. Such an empire in the mind |
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| Of intellectual man |
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| Rome yet maintains, and elder Greece; and such |
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| By indefeasable right |
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| Hath Britain made her own. |
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| How fair a part doth Caledonia claim |
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| In that fair conquest! Whereso'er |
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| The British tongue may spread, |
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| (A goodly tree, whose leaf |
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| No winter e'er shall nip;) |
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| Earthly immortals, there, her sons of fame, |
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| Will have their heritage; |
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| In eastern and in occidental Ind; |
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| The new antarctic world, where sable swans |
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| Glide upon waters, call'd by British names, |
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| And plough'd by British keels; |
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| In vast America, through all its length |
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| And breadth, from Massachusett's populous coast |
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| To western Oregan; |
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| 9. |
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| There nations yet unborn shall trace |
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| In Hume's perspicuous page, |
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| How Britain rose, and through what storms attain'd |
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| Her eminence of power. |
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| In other climates, youths and maidens there |
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| Shall learn from Thomson's verse in what attire |
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| The various seasons, bringing in their change |
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| Variety of good, |
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| Revisit their beloved English ground. |
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| There Beattie! in thy sweet and soothing strain |
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| Shall youthful poets read |
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| Their own emotions. There too, old and young, |
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| Gentle and simple, by Sir Walter's tales |
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| Spell-bound, shall feel |
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| Imaginary hopes and fears |
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| Strong as realities, |
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| And waking from the dream, regret its close. |
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| 11. |
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| O House of Stuart, to thy memory still |
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| For this best Senefit |
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| Should British hearts in gratitude be bound! |
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| A deeper tragedy |
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| Than thine unhappy tale hath never fill'd |
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| The historic page, nor given |
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| Poet or moralist his mournful theme! |
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| O House severely tried, |
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| And in prosperity alone |
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| Found wanting, Time hath closed |
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| Thy tragic story now! |
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| Errors and virtues fatally betrayed, |
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| Magnanimous suffering, vice, |
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| Weakness, and head-strong zeal, sincere tho'blind, |
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| Wrongs, calumnies, heart-wounds, |
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| Religious resignation, earthly hopes |
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| Fears and affections, these have had their course, |
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| And over them in peace |
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| The all-engulphing stream of years hath closed. |
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| But this good work endures, |
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| 'Stablish'd and perfected by length of days, |
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| The indissoluble union stands. |
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| 12. |
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| Nor hath the sceptre from that line |
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| Departed, though the name hath lost |
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| Its regal honours. Trunk and root have failed: |
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| A scion from the stock |
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| Liveth and flourisheth. It is the Tree |
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| Beneath whose sacred shade, |
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| In majesty and peaceful power serene, |
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| The Island Queen of Ocean hath her seat; |
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| Whose branches far and near |
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| Extend their sure protection; whose strong roots |
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| Are with the isle's foundations interknit; |
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| Whose stately summit when the storm careers |
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| Below, abides unmoved, |
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| Safe in the sunshine and the peace of Heaven! |
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