And seem'd, to my astonish'd view, Here, rivers in the sea were lost; There distant shone Art's lofty boast, Here, Doon pour'd down his far-fetch'd floods, Auld hermit Ayr staw thro' his woods, And many a lesser torrent scuds, Low, in a sandy valley spread, She boasts a race To ev'ry nobler virtue bred, And polish'd grace. By stately tow'r or palace fair, Or ruins pendant in the air, Bold stems of heroes, here and there, I could discern; Some seem'd to muse, some seem'd to dare. With features stern. My heart did glowing transport feel, To see a race heroic wheel, The Wallaces. And brandish round the deep-dy'd steel While back-recoiling seem'd to reel Their Southron foes. His Country's Savior, mark him well: And HE whom ruthless Fates expel There, where a sceptr'd Pictish shade § Bold, soldier-featur'd, undismay'd, They strode along. Thro' many a wild, romantic grove,|| An aged Judge, I saw him rove, Dispensing good. • William Wallace. † Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence. ↑ Wallace, laird of Cragie, who was second in command, under Doug las, earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought A. D. 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valor of the gallant laird of Cragie, whɔ 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 Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial-place is still shown. Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice Clerk. With deep-struck, reverential awe, This, all its source and end to draw Brydone's brave wardt I well could spy, Where many a patriot-name on high, DUAN SECOND. With musing-deep, astonish'd stare, All hail! my own inspir'd Bard! I come to give thee such reward "Know, the great Genius of this land Catrine, the seat of the late doctor, and present professor, Stewart • Colonel Fullarton. Who, all beneath his high command, As arts or arms they understand, "They Scotia's race among them share; Some fire the Soldier on to dare; Some rouse the Patriot up to bare Some teach the Bard, a darling care, "'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They ardent, kindling spirits pour; Or, 'mid the venal senate roar, They, sightless, stand, To mend the honest patriot-lore, And grace the land. "And when the Bard, or hoary Sage, Charm or instruct the future age, They bind the wild poetic rage "Hence Fullarton, the brave and young; Or tore, with noble ardor stung, "To lower orders are assign'd The humbler ranks of human-kind. The rustic Bard, the lab'ring hind, All choose, as various they're inclin'd, "When yellow waves the heavy grain, And some instruct the shepherd train, "Some hint the lover's harmless wile; And make his cottage-scenes beguile "Some, bounded to a district space, And careful note each op'ning grace, "Of these am I-COILA my name; And this district as mine I claim, I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame, Thy natal hour. "With future hope I oft would gaze, Fond, on thy little early ways, |