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Rob Roy had never lingered here,
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;
“ In fatherly concern.
« Of old things all are over old, “ Of good things none are good enough:“We'll shew 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,
And we our brave Rob Roy!
Oh! say not so; compare them not;
Here standing by thy Grave.
For Thou, although with some wild thoughts,
The liberty of Man.
And, had it been thy lot to live
And battled for the Right.
For thou wert still the poor Man's stay,
Had thine at their command.
Bear witness many a pensive sigh
And by Loch Lomond's Braes !
And, far and near, through vale and hill,
At sound of Rob Roy's name.
A POET'S EPITAPH.
ART thou a Statesman, in the van
A Lawyer art thou ?-draw not nigh;
Art thou a Man of purple cheer?
Art thou a man of gallant pride,
A Soldier, and no man of chaff? · Welcome!—but lay thy sword aside,
And lean upon a Peasant's staff.
Physician art thou? One, all eyes,
Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece.
-A Moralist perchance appears;
One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling