His filial tears the godlike ALPIN fheds,
And tow'rds the foe his gallant warriors leads.
The chief along his filent journey wound,
And fix'd his rainy eyes upon the ground;
Behind advanc'd his followers fad and flow,
In all the dark folemnity of woe.

Mean time fierce SCANDINAVIA's hoftile pow'r,
Its fquadrons fpread along the murmʼring shore;
Prepar'd, at once, the city to invade,
And conquer CALEDONIA in her head.
His camp, for night, the royal SUENO forms,
Refolv'd with morn to ufe his Danifh'arms.
Now in the ocean funk the flaming day,
And streak'd the ruddy west with setting ray;
Around great INDULPH, in the fenate fat
The noble Chiefs of CALEDONIA's ftate.
In mental scales they either forces weigh,.
And act, before, the labours of the day;
Arrange in thought their CALEDONIA's might,
And bend their little army to the fight.

Thus they confult. Brave ALPIN's martial gait,
Approach'd the portals of the dome of state;
Refolv'd to offer to his king and lord,
The gen'rous fervice of his trusty fwerd.

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Th' unusual fight the gallant chief admires, The bending arches and the lofty fpires.

On either fide the gate, in order stand

The antient Kings of CALEDONIA's land.
The marble lives, they breathe within the stone,
And still, as once, the royal warriors frown.
The FERGUS's are feen above the gate;

This firft created, that reftor'd the state.
In warlike pomp, the awful forms appear,
And, bending, threaten from the ftone the spear
While to their fide young ALBION feems to rife,
And on her fathers turns her fimiling eyes.

And next appears GREGORIUS' awful name,
HIBERNIA'S conqu'ror for a gen'rous fame.
Incafs'd in arms, the royal Hero ftands,
And gives his captive all his conquer'd lands.
The filial heart of hapless ALPI N's fon,
In marble melts and beats within the stone.
Revenge still sparkles in the Hero's eye;
Around the PICTS, a nameless flaughter, lye.

The youthful warrior thus reviews, with joy,

The godlike feries of his ancestry.

The godlike forms the drooping HERO cheer,
And keen ambition, half believes the feer:

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Eager he shoots into the spacious gate;
His eye commands, without his followers wait.
No frowning fpear-man guards the awful door;
No borrow'd terror arms the hand of pow'r :
No cringing bands of fycophants appear,
To fend false echoes to the monarch's ear.
Merit's foft voice, oppreffion's mournful groan,
Advanc'd, unftiff'd, to th' attentive throne.
The Hero, ent'ring, took his folemn ftand
Among the gallant warriors of the land.
His manly port, the staring chiefs admire,
And half-heard whispers blow the foldier's fire.
A while his form engag'd the monarch's eyes,
At length he raised the music of his voice.

"Whence is the youth? I fee fierce DENMARK

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Each gen'rous breaft, and fires 'em into arms.
A face once known is in that youth expreft,
And mends a dying image, in my breast."

He faid: And thus the Youth; "midst rocks afar,

I heard of DENMARK, and of SUENO's war.
My country's fafety in my bofom rofe;

For CALEDONIA's fons fhould meet her foes.

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We ought not meanly wait the ftorm at home, But rush afar, and break it 'ere it come.

Few are my foll'wers, but these few are true;
We come to serve our country, fame, and you!"
He faid: The king retorts; "thy form, thy mind,
Declare the feion of a gen'rous kind;
With SCOTIA's foes maintain the ftern debate,
And spring from valour to the arms of fate.
Whoe'er would raise his house in ALBION, fhou'd
Lay the foundation in her en'mies' blood."

Then to the Chiefs: "Supporters of my throne, Your fires brought oft the Roman Eagles down. Yourselves, my lords, have caus'd the haughty DANE,

To curfe the land, he try'd fo oft in vain.
Norvegian firs oft brought them o'er the waves,
For ALBION'S Crown; but ALBION gave 'em graves.
Be still the fame, exert yourselves like men,
And of th' invaders wafh our rocks again.
Tho' few our numbers, these, in arms grown old,
In ALBION's and in INDULPH's caufe are bold.
The brave man looks not, when the clarion founds,
To hoftile numbers, but his country's wounds;

Bold to the laft and dauntless he'll go on,
At once his country's foldier and her fon."
The monarch thus his royal mind exprest;

The patriot kindling in each gen'rous breast.

Each chieftain's mind with pleasure goes before,
Already mingling with the battle's roar.

In thought each Hero fweeps the bloody plain,
And deals, in fancy, death upon the DANE,
DUMBAR arofe, the brave remains of wars,
Silver'd with years, o'er-run with honeft fcars;
Great in the fenate, in the field renown'd;

The senior stood: attention hung arround.

He thus: "Fierce DENMARK all the North
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And belches numbers on our neighb'ring lands,
England's fubdu'd, the Saxons are o'ercome,
And meanly own a Danish lord at home.
Scarce now a blast from SCANDINAVIA roars,
But wafts a hoftile fquadron to our shores.
One fleet destroy'd, another crowns the waves,
The fons feem anxious for their father's graves:
Thus war returns in an eternal round,

Battles on battles prefs, and wound on wound.

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