A POEM.
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And round them every tributary flood;
Each leaning on his urn, attentive stood:
Glengonnar's dangerous stream was stained with lead;
Fillets of wool bound dark Dunneeten's head:
With corn-cars crowned, the sister Maidens role,
And Mouse, whose mining stream in coverts flows; 620
Black Douglas, drunk by heroes far renowned,
And turbid Nethan's front, with alders bound;
Calder, with oak around his temples twined,
And Kelvin, Glasgow's boundary flood designed;
Cart's sombre stream, which deep and silent moves,
Where kings and queens of old indulged their loves;
Leven, which growth and infancy disdains,
Rushing in strength mature upon the plains.
To whom the parent flood: "My children dear,
The festive sounds of peace salute mine ear. 630
Henceforth our peaceful ports, from insult free,
Anchored secure, their loaded fleets shall see;
And, to my honour, happy worlds shall know,
They to a son of mine their safety owe;
Great Bute, who, warm with patriot zeal, arose,
To still wild war, and give the world repose:
And having done the good his heart desired,
Scorning reward, to shades obscure retired:
Each leaning on his urn, attentive stood:
Glengonnar's dangerous stream was stained with lead;
Fillets of wool bound dark Dunneeten's head:
With corn-cars crowned, the sister Maidens role,
And Mouse, whose mining stream in coverts flows; 620
Black Douglas, drunk by heroes far renowned,
And turbid Nethan's front, with alders bound;
Calder, with oak around his temples twined,
And Kelvin, Glasgow's boundary flood designed;
Cart's sombre stream, which deep and silent moves,
Where kings and queens of old indulged their loves;
Leven, which growth and infancy disdains,
Rushing in strength mature upon the plains.
To whom the parent flood: "My children dear,
The festive sounds of peace salute mine ear. 630
Henceforth our peaceful ports, from insult free,
Anchored secure, their loaded fleets shall see;
And, to my honour, happy worlds shall know,
They to a son of mine their safety owe;
Great Bute, who, warm with patriot zeal, arose,
To still wild war, and give the world repose:
And having done the good his heart desired,
Scorning reward, to shades obscure retired:
