The valiant Grahame, the Mountain-youth arose;
Gowal again his martial stature shows;
Bent on the knobby fplendour of the prize,
First from his hand the finging weapon flies.
The fteel-head mark'd a circle as it run,
Flam'd with the fplendour of the setting fun.
Thus when the night the weeping fky o'er-veils, Athwart the gloom the streaming meteor fails, Kindles a livid circle as it flies,
And with its glory dazzles human eyes.
Thus flew the fpear, and, finking in the mound, With quick. vibrations beat the air around;
But mifs'd the shield.---Grahame's not unpractis'd.
Difmiffes thro' the air the murm'ring dart:
Full on the middle bofs it takes the shield;
The fighting metals clatter o'er the field:
From the firm knob the point obliquely flies,
And on the field the trembling weapon lies.
Next valiant ALPIN takes the pond'rous fpear,
And, bending back, difmiffes it thro' air :
The long, quick weapon, flying o'er the field,
Falls on the bofs, and perforates the shield;
The waving shaft is planted on the mound;
And with applause the neighb'ring rocks refound. Young SOMERLED wrench'd from the rock a
A huge, enormous, fharp, unwieldy weight;:
Such now-a-days as many panting fwains
A witness rear on long-contested plains ::
Slow-bending down, at length the hero fprings;
The rolling rock along the heavens fings;
Ealling, it shakes at once the neighb'ring ground,
And on the face of earth indents a wound.
Thus when strong winds the aged tow'r invade,.
And throw the shapeless ruin from its head;
It falls and cleaves its bed into the ground;
The valley fhakes, and rocks complain around.
All try the mark to reach, but try in vain;
All, falling short, unequal wound the plain.
ALPIN with diffidence affumes the stone,
For fuch a space had SOMERLED o'er thrown:
Th' unwieldy rock a while he weighs with care,
Then, fpringing, fends it whizzing thro' the air;
The wond'ring warriors view it as it rolls;
Far o'er the diftant mark the difcus falls :
It shakes the plain and deals a gaping wound; Such as when headlong torrents tear the ground.
Th' applauding chiefs own in the manly game The Hero great, as in the fields of fame.
CULENA, leaning on her fnowy arms Obfervant, from the window points her charms. Th' imperial virgin faw with pleasing pain, The fav'rite youth victorious on the plain : Sadly fhe figh'd, accufing cruel fate,
Which chain'd her in captivity of state.
The veil of night had now inwrapt the pole; The feast renew'd, goes round the sparkling bowl. Great INDULPH rofe with favour-speaking mein; Approaching ALPIN thus the king began :
"Say, will the ftranger tell from whence he came To reap this harveft of unrivall'd fame?
Nobler the youth, who, tho' before unknown,
From merit mounts to virtue and renown,
Than be, fet up by an illuftrious race,
Totters aloft, and fcarce can keep his place!"
The monarch spoke :---attentive look the peers,
And long to drink his voice with greedy ears.
HE Hero, rifing from his lofty seat,
Thus, unprefumptuously accosts the great: "The fame of DENMARK pafs'd our mountains o'er,
And fill'd our ears on ABRIA's diftant shore :
And kindles all his family to arms.
A hundred youths, who, from the founding wood,
Or tow'ring mountain brought their living food,
Obey the bag-pipe's voice; for all, in view
Of RYNOLD's feat, the friendly Canton grew.
The hoary warrior leads the onward path,
No stranger to the road which led to death.
Behind advancing, I, with martial care,
Lead on the youthful thunder-bolts of war;
With arms anticipate the kindling fire,
And move to ev'ry motion of my fire.
"On GRAMPUS,night her mantle round us throws;
We flept in heath--the dappled morn arofe:
Defcending thence pursue our headlong way,
And cross the filver errors of the TAY.
Groans, feeble fhrieks, afcending from the vale,
Speak on the pinions of the southern gale.
A dismal scene breaks on our distant eyes;
Here one pursues, and there another flies.
This breathes his life thro' the impurpled wound,.
While his proud villa smokes along the ground.
That with the foe maintains unequal ftrife,
While his dear offspring fly, and dearer wife.
"The fenior faw it with indignant eyes,
And bid, at once, his kindred-ranks arise..
With hafty steps we feize a virid brow,.
And form a fable cloud above the foe..
Thus on the mountain's brow, I oft have seen
The mustring clouds brew torrents for the plain ;-
At length the bluft'ring fouth begins to roar,
And heav'n defcends impetuous in a fhow'r ;-
The bubbling floods foam down the hill, and spread
A fwimming deluge on the fubject mead.
"Thus RYNOLD formed on the mountain's brow,. And headlong rufh'd into the vale below..
While on the banks of TAY terrific shine
The fteel-clad foe, and stretch the hoftile line.
They form a wall along the flowing flood,
And awful gleam their arms, an iron wood.
We fhout, and rufh upon the hoftile throng:
choing fields with iron clangour rung.
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