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Mean time young Alpin seeks the king and peers:
Within the high:arch?d hall the nobles lat,
Arriv'd the gallant warrior of the night;
The great DUMBAR his awful stature rears, His temples whiten'd with the snow of years.
On the brave youth he bends his folemn look,
It still may find the way it oft explor'd,
He thus.---With placid mein great INDULPH rose, And spoke;
“ Thus always meet oor Albion's foes; With foreign blood your native arms adorn, And boldly fight for ages yet unborn. Tor us, my lords, fought all our godlike fires; The debt we owe to them, our race requires : Tho’ future arms our country should enslave, She shall acquit our ashes in the grave; Posterity degen’rate, as they groan, Shall bless their Tires, and call their woes their own. Let us, my lords, each virt'ous fpark inspire, And where we find it, blow it to a fire. Thy service, gallant Alpin, in this war, Shall both be Indulph's and the senate's care, Mean time, with manly sports and exercise Let us from bus’ness turn ihe mental eyes : The mind relax'd acquires a double force, And with new vigour finishes the course.”
He added not : the godlike chiefs obey ; All rise at once ; great INDULPH leads the way.
The palace here, and there a virid mound, Confine a flow'ry spot of grassy ground. The under-rock, emerging thro' the green, Chequers with hoary knobs the various scene. Thither repair the chiefs and scepter'd king, And bend upon the plain the hollow ring. Obedient servants from the palace bear The horny bow, the helm, the shining spear, The mail, the corslet, and the brazen shield; And throw the ringing weight upon the field. Imperial INDULPH, tow'ring o'er the plain, With placid words address’d the warrior-train: 66 Let those who bend the stubborn bow arise, And with the feather'd saft dispute this prize; An antique bow a BALEARIAN wore, Wher. Romans thunder'd on our ALBION's Thore. The skilful archer, dealing death afar, Threw on our Scottish host the distant war; Great Fergus springs, a king devoid of fear, And thro' his body shoots the reeking spear ; The bloody spoil thro' striving cohorts brings, And sends this relique down to after kings.”
Thus, grasping the long bow, the monarch said: Rose valiant Grahame and youthful SOMERLED.
Next Gowal in the strife demands a part,
Full on the mound a helm, their aim, was placid;
shall bear, And Aling with skilful hand the martial spear? Behind this buckler mighty KENNETH stood, When Tay, impurpled, ran with Pi&tish blood."
He said, and plac'd a mark, the knobby roun And measurid back with equal steps the groun