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If haply Knowledge, on a random tramp.
tray'd them, Plain, dull Stupidity ftept kindly in to aid
WHAT farther clishmaclaver might been said, What bloody wars, if Sprites had blood to
No man can tell ; but all before their fight,
Bright to the moon their various dresses
They footed o'er the wat’ry glass so neat, The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet :
While arts of minstrelly amorg them rung, And soul-ennobling Bards heroic ditties sung.
O HAD M’Lauchlan*, thailm-infpiring Sage,
Been there to hear this heavenly band en
When thro' his dear Stratbspeys they bore
with Highland rage ; Or when they struck old Scotia's melting airs, The lover's raptur'd joys or bleeding cares ; How would his Highland lug been nobler fir'd,
And ev'n his matchless hand with finer touch
inspir'd! No guess could tell what instrument appear'd, But all the four of Mufic's self was heard;
Harmonious A well known performer of Scottish music on the violin;
Harmonious concert rung in ev'ry part,
While simple melody pour'd moving on the
The Genius of the Stream in front appears,
A venerable Chief advanc'd in years ;
Joy, And Summer, with his fervid-beaming eye: All-chearing Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn wreath'd with nodding
Then Winter's time bleach'd locks did hoary
By Hospitality with cloudless brow.
Next follow'd Courage with his martial ftride,
. Learning and Worth in equal measures trode,
From simple Catrine, their long lov'd abode ; Laft, white-rob'd Peace, crown'd with a hazle
To rustic Agriculture did bequeath
The broken; iron instruments of Death,
At fight of whom our Sprites forgat their
For sense they little owe to frugal Heav'n.
K********* Wabsters, fidge an claw,
An' pour your creeshie nations;
wha leather rax an' draw,
Of a' denominations ;
An' there tak up your stations ;
Then aff to B-gb--'s in a taw,
An' pour divine libations
For joy this day.