of love on high,
and own his work indeed divine!
there, watg high the least arms,
thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar;
like some bold veteran, grey in arms,
and mark'd with many a seamy scar:
the pond'rous wall and massy bar,
grim—rising o'er the rugged rock,
have oft withstood assailing war,
and oft repell'd th' invader's shock.
with awe-struck thought, and pitying tears,
i view that ately dome,
where scotia's kings of other years,
fam'd heroes! had their royal home:
as, how g'd the times to e!
their r
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