address to Edinburgh.

Thy sons, Edina! social, kind,

With open arms the stranger hail ; Their views enlarged, their liberal mind

Above the narrow, rural vale ; Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,

Or modest Merit's silent claim ; And never may their sources fail!

And never envy blot their name!

Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,

Gay as the gilded summer sky, Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn,

Dear as the raptured thrill of joy! Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,

Heaven's beauties on my fancy shine; I see the Sire of love on high,

And own His works indeed divine.

There, watching high the least alarms,

Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar; Like some bold veteran, gray in arms,

, And mark'd with many a seamy scar : The ponderous wall and massy bar,

Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock, Have oft withstood assailing war,

And oft repell'd the invader's shock.

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address to Edinburgh.

Thy sons, Edina! social, kind,

With open arms the stranger hail ; Their views enlarged, their liberal mind

Above the narrow, rural vale ; Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,

Or modest Merit's silent claim ; And never may their sources fail!

And never envy blot their name!

Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,

Gay as the gilded summer sky, Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn,

Dear as the raptured thrill of joy! Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,

Heaven's beauties on my fancy shine; I see the Sire of love on high,

And own His works indeed divine.

There, watching high the least alarms,

Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar ; Like some bold veteran, gray in arms,

And mark'd with many a seamy scar: The ponderous wall and massy bar,

Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock, Have oft withstood assailing war,

And oft repelld the invader's shock.