;s roar,
pale scotia's ret wound i may deplore.
o heavy loss, thy try ill could bear!
a loss these evil days e'er repair!
justice, the high vicegerent of her god,
her doubtful bance eyed, and sway'd her rod:
hearing the tidings of the fatal blow,
she sank, abandon'd to the wildest woe.
wrongs, injuries, from many a darksome den,
now, gay in hope, explore the paths of men:
see from his cavern grim oppression rise,
and throw on poverty his cruel eyes;
keen on the helpless victim see him fly,
and stifle, dark, the feebly-bursting cry:
mark
On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston,(2/4)