mood),
an aged judge, i saw him rove,
dispensing good.
with deep-struck, reverential awe,
the learned sire and son i saw:
to nature's god, and nature's w,
they gave their lore;
this, all its sourd end to draw,
that, to adore.
brydon's brave ward i well could spy,
beh old scotia's smiling eye:
who call'd on fame, low standing by,
to hand him on,
where many a patriot-name on high,
and hero shone.
duan sed
with musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
i view'd the heavenly-seeming fair;
a whispering throb
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