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KEITH then is fallen! What numbers can there flow,

What strains adequate to so great a woe!
Ev'n hostile kingdoms in dark pomp appear,
To strew promiscuous honours o'er his bier.
Hungaria gives the tribute of the eye,
And ruthless Russia melts into a sigh:


They mourn his fate, who felt his sword before;
And all the hero in the foe deplore.

What must they feel for whom the warrior stormed,

Whose fields he fought, whose every counsel formed!


Brave Prussia's sons depend the mournful head,
And with their tears bedew the mighty dead:

Sad round the corse, a stately ring they stand,
Their arms reflecting terror o'er the land;
With silent eyes they run the hero o'er,
And mourn the chief they shall obey no more;
A pearly drop hangs in each warrior's eye,
And through the army runs the genʼral sigh 1.


This piece appears to have been wrote before the account that M. Keith's funeral obsequies were solemnized by the Austrians had reached

Great Fred'ric comes to join the mighty woe; Eternal laurels bind his awful brow;

Majestic in his arms he stands, and cries,

Is Keith no more? and as he speaks, he sighs;
In silence falls the sable show'r of woe;
He eyes the corse, and frowns upon the foe:
Then grasping his tried sword, the chief alarms,
And kindles all his warriors into arms.
Revenge, he cries, revenge the blood of Keith;
Let Austria pay a forfeit for his death.
They join, and move the shining columns on;
Germania trembles to Vienna's throne.

But Caledonia o'er the rest appears,
And claims pre-eminence to mother-tears:
In deeper gloom her tow'ring rocks arise,
And from her vallies issue doleful sighs.
Sadly she sits, and mourns her glory gone;
He's fallen, her bravest, and her greatest son!
While at her side her children all deplore





The godlike hero they exiled before.

Sad from his native home the chief withdrew;
But kindled Scotia's glory as he flew;
On far Iberia built his country's fame,


And distant Russia heard the Scottish name.
Turks stood aghast, as, o'er the fields of war,

He ruled the storm, and urged the martial car.

They asked their chiefs, what state the hero raised;
And Albion on the Hellespont was praised.


But chief, as relics of a dying race,

The Keiths command, in woe, the foremost place;

the author; a circumstance which he would probably have converted to very good purpose. BLACKLOCK's Collection, vol. i. p. 229. Edin, 1760. This note is in Macpherson's enigmatical style, and the poem, which first appeared with his initials, (J. M'P. dated Ruthven, October 31, 1758,) in the Scots and Edinburgh Magazines, was evidently inserted by himself in BLACKLOCK'S Collection

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