adown the glittering stream they featly danc'd;
bright to the moon their various dresses gnc'd:
they footed o'er the wat&#ss so ,
the infant ice scarce beh their feet:
while arts of minstrelsy among them rung,
and soul-ennobling bards heroic ditties sung.
o had m'u, thairm-inspiring sage,
beeo hear this heavenly band engage,
when thro' his dear strathspeys they bore with highnd rage;
or wheruck old scotia's melting airs,
the lover's raptured joys or bleeding cares;
how would his highnd lug been nobler fir'd,
and ev'n his
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