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If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that

Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used ; that thought with him
Is in its infancy. The man whose eye
Is ever on himself doth look on one,
The least of Nature's works, one who might move
The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds
Unlawful ever.

O be wiser, Thou !
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love;
True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.



The history of Rob Roy is sufficiently known: his grave is near the

head of Loch Ketterine, in one of those small pinfold-like Burial. grounds, of neglected and desolate appearance, which the traveller meets with in the Highlands of Scotland.

A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood,

The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,
An outlaw of as daring mood;
She has her brave Rob Roy!
Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,
And let us chant a passing stave,
In honor of that Hero brave!


gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart And wondrous length and strength of arm : Nor craved he more to quell his foes,

Or keep his friends from harm.

Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave;
Forgive me if the phrase be strong ;-
A Poet worthy of Rob Roy

Must scorn a timid song.

Say, then, that he was wise as brave;
As wise in thought as bold in deed :
For in the principles of things

He sought his moral creed.

Said generous Rob, “ What need of books ? Burn all the statutes and their shelves; They stir us up against our kind ;

And worse, against ourselves.

We have a passion-make a law,
Too false to guide us or control!
And for the law itself we fight

In bitterness of soul.

And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose
Distinctions that are plain and few:
These find I graven on my heart :

That tells me what to do.

The creatures see of flood and field,
And those that travel on the wind !
With them no strife can last; they live

In peace, and peace of mind.

Fur why ?-because the good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take, who have the

power, And they should keep who can.

A lesson that is quickly learned,
A signal this which all can see!
Thus nothing here provokes the strong

To wanton cruelty.

All freakishness of mind is checked ;
He tamed, who foolishly aspires;
While to the measure of his might

Each fashions his desires.

All kinds and creatures stand and fall
By strength of prowess or of wit:
"T is God's appointment who must sway,

And who is to submit.

Since, then, the rule of right is plain,
And longest life is but a day;
To have my ends, maintain my rights,

I'll take the shortest way.”

And thus among these rocks he lived,
Through summer heat and winter snow:
The Eagle, he was lord above,

And Rob was lord below.

So was it-would at least have been
But through untowardness of fate;
For Polity was then too strong-

He came an age too late ;

Or shall we say an age too soon ?
For, were the bold man living now,
How might he flourish in his pride,

With buds on every bough!

Then rents and factors, rights of chase, Sheriffs, and lairds and their domains, Would all have seemed but paltry things,

Not worth a moment's pains.

Rob Roy had never lingered here,
To these few meagre Vales confined ;
But thought how wide the world, the times

How fairly to his mind!

And to his Sword he would have said, Do thou my sovereign will enact From land to land through half the earth!

Judge thou of law and fact !

'Tis fit that we should do our part, Becoming, that mankind should learn That we are not to be surpassed

In fatherly concern.

Of old things all are over old,
Of good things none are good enough :-
We 'll show that we can help to frame

A world of other stuff.

I, too, will have my kings that take
From me the sign of life and death :
Kingdoms shall shift about, like clouds,
Obedient to my breath.”

And, if the word had been fulfilled,
As might have been, then, thought of joy !
France would have had her present Boast,

And we our own Rob Roy !

Oh! say not so ; compare them not ;
I would not wrong thee, Champion brave !
Would wrong thee nowhere; least of all

Here standing by thy grave.

For Thou, although with some wild thoughts,
Wild Chieftain, of a savage Clan!
Hadst this to boast of; thou didst love

The liberty of man.

And had it been thy lot to live
With us who now behold the light,
Thou wouldst have nobly stirred thyself,

And battled for the Right.

For thou wert still the poor man's stay,

poor man's heart, the poor man's hand ; And all the oppressed, who wanted strength,

Had thine at their command.

Bear witness many a pensive sigh,
Of thoughtful Herdsman when he strays
Alone upon Loch Veol's heights,

And by Loch Lomond's braes !

And far and near, through vale and hill,
Are faces that attest the same;
The proud heart flashing through the eyes,

At sound of Rob Roy's name.

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