A POEM.
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When elder Graham led on his mountain band,
And razed the rampart broad from strand to strand.
From Graham a fruitful race of heroes springs,
Dreadful in war! and true to Scotia's kings; 330
But great Montrose stands foremost of the line,
A chief with ancient heroes doomed to shine;
Fate in his arm, his very name an host,
His conquering standards flew from coast to coast.
Where Scotstown shines afar with snowy light,
And beauteous Renfield captivates the sight,
His ample mirror Clyde to both displays,
Where each her image with delight surveys:
So at one glass two rival beauties stand,
Their charms admiring, one on either hand: 340
Now self-approved, each looks with lofty scorn;
Now sinks each bosom, with black envy torn:
Now triumph flashes from each lovely eye;
Now pride, desponding, heaves the unwilling sigh.
Where the proud bridge on stately arches rides,
And from his height surveys the slumbering tides,
No motion dares his amorous sloth molest,
Or ruffle Renfield's image on the breast
Of tranquil Cart, who holds his silent way
Where Cathcart's race maintain their ancient sway. 350
And razed the rampart broad from strand to strand.
From Graham a fruitful race of heroes springs,
Dreadful in war! and true to Scotia's kings; 330
But great Montrose stands foremost of the line,
A chief with ancient heroes doomed to shine;
Fate in his arm, his very name an host,
His conquering standards flew from coast to coast.
Where Scotstown shines afar with snowy light,
And beauteous Renfield captivates the sight,
His ample mirror Clyde to both displays,
Where each her image with delight surveys:
So at one glass two rival beauties stand,
Their charms admiring, one on either hand: 340
Now self-approved, each looks with lofty scorn;
Now sinks each bosom, with black envy torn:
Now triumph flashes from each lovely eye;
Now pride, desponding, heaves the unwilling sigh.
Where the proud bridge on stately arches rides,
And from his height surveys the slumbering tides,
No motion dares his amorous sloth molest,
Or ruffle Renfield's image on the breast
Of tranquil Cart, who holds his silent way
Where Cathcart's race maintain their ancient sway. 350
