The Chief on Sark

who glorious fell,

In high command

And He whom ruthlefs Fates expel

His native land.

THERE, where a fceptr'd Pictish † fhade Stalk'd round his afhes lowly laid,

I mark'd a martial Race, pourtray'd

In colours ftrong;

Bold, foldier-featur'd, undifmay'd

They ftrode along.

THRO'

* Wallace Laird of Craigie, who was second in command, under Douglas Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct, and intrepid valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action.

+ Coilus King of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomories of Coilsfield, where his burialplace is still shown.

*THRO' many a wild, romantic grove, Near many a hermit-fancy'd cove,

(Fit haunts for Friendship or for Love, In mufing mood)

An aged Judge, I saw him rove,

Difpenfing good.

+ WITH deep-ftruck, reverential awe,

The learned Sire and Son I faw,

To Nature's God and Nature's law

They gave their lore,

This, all its fource and end to draw,

*Barskimming, the seat of the Lord Justice Clerk.

✈ Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor, and present Professor Stewart,

* Colonel Fullarton.

Who call'd on Fame, low ftanding by,

To hand him on,

Where many a Patriot-name on high

And Hero fhone.

DUAN SECOND.

WITH mufing-deep, astonish'd ftare, I view'd the heavenly-feeming Fair; A whifp'ring throb did witness bear

Of kindred fweet,

When with an elder Sifter's air

She did me greet.

'ALL hail! my own infpired Bard!

In me thy native Mufe regard!

Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard,

Thus poorly low!

'I come

'I come to give thee fuch reward

As we bestow.

KNOW, the great Genius of this Land Has many a light, aerial band,

Who, all beneath his high command,

Harmonioufly,

As Arts or Arms they understand,

Their labors ply.

THEY Scotia's Race among them share;

Some fire the Soldier on to dare;

'Some roufe the Patriot up to bare

Corruption's heart:

* Some teach the Bard, a darling care,

'They, fightlefs, ftand,

To mend the honeft Patriot-lore,

And grace the hand.

AND when the Bard, or hoary Sage,

• Charm or inftruct the future age,

They bind the wild, Poetic rage

In energy,

'Or point the inconclufive page

Full on the eye.

HENCE, Fullarton, the brave and young;

'Hence, Dempster's zeal-inspired tongue;

Hence, fweet harmonious Beattie fung

"His "Minstrel lays ;",

'Or tore, with noble ardour ftung,

The Sceptic's bays.

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