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Strow'd bibulous above I see the sands,
The pebbly gravel next, the layers then
Of mingled moulds, of more retentive earths,
The gutter'd rocks and mazy-running clefts ;
That, while the stealing moisture they transmit,
Retard its motion, and forbid its waste.
Beneath th' incessant weeping of these drains,
I see the rocky fiphons stretch'd immense,
The mighty reservoirs, of hardened chalk,
Or stiff compacted clay, capacious form'd.
O'erflowing thence, the congregated stores,
The crystal treasures of the liquid world,
Thro’ the stirr'd sands a bubbling passage burst ;
And welling out, around the middle steep,
Or from the bottoms of the bosom'd hills,
In pure effufion flow. United, thus,
Th' exhaling sun, the vapour-burden’d air,
The gelid mountains, that to rain condens'd
These vapours in continual current draw,
And send them, o'er the fair-divided earth,
In bounteous rivers to the deep again,
A social commerce hold, and firm support
The full-adjusted harmony of things.

When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warn'd of approaching Winter, gathered, play

The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around,
O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,
The feathered eddy floats: rejoicing once,
Ere to their wintry flumbers they retire ;
In clusters clung, beneath the mouldring bank,
And where, unpierc'd by frost, the cavern sweats,
Or rather into warmer climes convey'd,
With other kindred birds of season, there
They twitter cheerful, till the vernal months
Invite them welcome back : for, thronging, now
Innumerous wings are in commotion all.

Where the Rhine loses his majestic force
In Belgian plains, won from the raging deep,
By diligence amazing, and the strong
Unconquerable hand of Liberty,
The stork-assembly meets ; for many a day,
Consulting deep, and various, ere they take
Their arduous voyage thro' the liquid sky.
And now their rout design'd, their leaders chofe,
Their tribes adjusted, clean’d their vigorous wings ;
And many a circle, many a short essay,
Wheel'd round and round, in congregation full
The figur'd fight ascends; and, riding high
The aërial billows, mixes with the clouds.

Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy ifles Of farthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides ; Who can recount what transmigrations there Are annual made? what nations come and go? And how the living clouds on clouds arise ? Infinite wings ! till all the plume-dark air, And rude resounding shore are one


cry. Here the plain harmless native his small flock, And herd diminutive of many hues, Tends on the little island's verdant swell, The shepherd's sea-girt reign; or, to the rocks Dire-clinging, gathers his ovarious food; Or sweeps the fishy shore; or treasures up The plumage, rising full, to form the bed Of luxury. And here a while the Muse, High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, Sees CALEDONIA, in romantic view : Her airy mountains, from the waving main, Invested with a keen diffusive sky, Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge, Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand Planted of old; her azure lakes between, Pour'd out extensive, and of watry wealth

Full; winding deep, and green, her fertile vales;
With many a cool translucent brimming flood
Wafh'd lovely, from the Tweed (pure parent stream,
Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric reed,
With, silvan Jed, thy tributary brook)
To where the north-inflated tempeft foams
O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak :
Nurse of a people, in misfortune's school
Train'd up to hardy deeds ; soon visited
By Learning, when before the Gothic rage
She took her western flight. A manly race,
Of unsubmitting spirit, wise, and brave;
Who still thro' bleeding ages struggled hard,
(As well unhappy WALLACE can atteft,
Great patriot hero! ill-requited chief!)
To hold a generous undiminish'd state ;
Too much in vain! Hence of unequal bounds
Impatient, and by tempting glory borne
O'er every land, for every land their life
Has flow'd profuse, their piercing genius plann'd,
And swell'd the

of peace

their faithful toil. As from their own clear north, in radiant streams, Bright over Europe bursts the Boreal Morn.

Oh is there not fome patriot, in whofe power That best, that godlike Luxury is placed,

Of blessing thousands, thousands yet unborn,
Thro' late pofterity ? some, large of soul,
To cheer dejected industry? to give
A double harvest to the pining swain ?
And teach the labouring hand the sweets of toil?
How, by the finest art, the native robe
To weave; how, white as hyperborean snow,
To form the lucid lawn; with venturous oar
How to dash wide the billow ; nor look on,
Shamefully paffive, while Batavian fleets
Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms,
That heave our friths, and crowd upon our shores ;
How all-enlivening trade to rouse, and wing
The prosperous fail, from every growing port,
Uninjur'd, round the fca-encircled globe ;
And thus, in foul united as in name,
Bid BRITAIN reign the mistress of the deep?

Yes, there are such. And full on thee, ARGYLE,
Her hope, her stay, her darling, and her boaft,
From her first patriots and her heroes sprung,
Thy fond-imploring Country turns her eye;
In thee, with all a mother's triumph, fees
Her every virtue, every grace combin'd,
Her genius, wisdom, her engaging turn,
Her pride of honour, and her courage try'd,

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