'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. ་ ''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, • 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 sceptic's bays. To To lower orders are assign'd 'The Artisan ; 'All chuse, as various they're inclin'd, 'The various man. • When yellow waves the heavy grain, 'The threat'ning storm some, strongly, rein; • Some teach to meliorate the plain, "With tillage-skill; And some instruct the shepherd-train, 'Some hint the lover's harmless wile; 'Some grace the maiden's artless smile; 'Some soothe the lab'rer's weary toil, For humble gains, 'And make his cottage-scenes beguile 'His cares and pains. 'Some, bounded to a district-space, • Explore at large man's infant race, • To mark the embryotic trace 'Of rustic Bard; 'And careful note each op'ning grace, 'A guide and guard. . Of "Of these am I-Coila my name; 'And this district as mine I claim, 'Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame, 'Held ruling pow'r: 'I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame, Thy natal hour. With future hope, I oft would gaze, 6 Fond, on thy little early ways, Thy rudely carol'd, chiming phrase, 'In uncouth rhymes, 'Fir'd at the simple, artless lays 'Of other times. 'I saw thee seek the sounding shore, 'Delighted with the dashing roar; 'Or when the north his fleecy store 'Drove thro' the sky, 'I saw grim Nature's visage hoar 'Struck thy young eye. 'Or when the deep-green mantl'd earth 'Warm cherish'd ev'ry flow'ret's birth, And joy and music pouring forth 'In ev'ry grove, 'I saw thee eye the gen'ral mirth 'With boundless love. • When 'When ripen'd fields, and azure skies, 'Call'd forth the reaper's rustling noise, 'I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys, 'And lonely stalk, 'To vent thy bosom's swelling rise 'In pensive walk. • When youthful love, warm blushing, strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, 'Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, 'Th' adored Name, 'I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. 'I saw thy pulse's maddening play, • Wild send thee pleasure's devious way, 'Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By Passion driven; • But yet the light that led astray 'Was light from heaven. 'I taught thy manners-painting strains, 'The loves, the ways of simple swains, ''Till now, o'er all my wide domains 'And some, the pride of Coila's plains, 'Become thy friends. 'Thou 'Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, • To paint with Thomson's landscape-glow; 'Or wake the bosom-melting throe, • With Shenstone's art; + Or pour with Gray, the moving flow 'Warm on the heart. 'Yet all beneath th' unrivall'd rose, 'The lowly daisy sweetly blows: 'Tho' large the forest's monarch throws • Yet green 'His army shade, the juicy hawthorn grows, 'Adown the glade. 'Then never murmur nor repine; 'Strive in thy humble sphere to shine; • And trust me, not Potosi's mine, 'Nor king's regard, • Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, 'A rustic Bard. To give my counsels all in one, • Thy tuneful flame still careful fan; Preserve the Dignity of Man, 'With soul erect; 'And trust, the Universal Plan • Will all protect. • And |