See each inwrapt untimely in his shroud,

For ever fleeping in his gen'rous blood!
Who on thy mournful tomb refrains the tear?
O regal charms, unfortunately fair!

Dark FACTION grafps her in his fable arms,
And crushes down to death her struggling charms:
The rose, in all its gaudy liv'ry dreft,

Thus faintly struggles with the bluft'ring west.
"Why mention him in whom th' eternal fates
Shall bind in peace the long-difcording states?
See Scor and SAXON coalefc'd. in one,
Support the glory of the common crown.
BRITAIN no more shall shake with native storms,
But o'er the trembling nations lift her arms."

He spoke, and in the cave inclos'd his age:
In wonder loft I leave the hermitage;

Measure with thoughtful steps my backward way,
While to the womb of night retires the day.
Pale doubtful twilight broods along the ground:
The forest nods its fleeping head around.

Before my eyes a ghaftly vifion stood;

A mangled man, his bofom ftain'd with blood!
Silent and fad the phantom stood confeft,

And shew'd the streaming flood-gates of his breaft

Then

Then pointing to the Dome his tardy hand,
Thither his eyes my filent way command.
He hands my fword, emits a feeble groan,

And weakly fays, "revenge me, O my fon!"
I to reply he hifs'd his way along,

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As breezes fing thro' reeds their fhrilly fong,
I ftood aghaft, then wing'd me to obey;
Acrofs the field I fweep my hafty way.

The men I arm; the firm barrier we ply;

And those who dare difpute the paffage die.
With dying groans the lonely walls refound:
I on the guilty leader deal a wound;
Thro' his bright helm the fword its journey takes;
He falls, and thus with dying accents speaks:

"Juft heav'n! in vain the wicked fhun thy pow'r; Tho' late thy vengeance, yet the blow is fure. This earth receiv'd the blood from off my hands A just return, my own, my own demands!

In night's dead hour, when all, but treason, flept, With ruffian bands, a bloody train, I crept.

'Twas here, 'twas here, oh! long-deferved death!'Twas here the godlike man refign'd his breath : The fleeping fam❜ly we with blood surprize,

And send the palace flaming to the skies.

I fled, but fled, alas! pursued by fate;
'Tis now I find that I have finn'd too late.
O MALCOLM! O my king! before my eyes
He stands confeft; --- accurst DoVALUS dies."
His guilty foul in these dire accents fled,
I left with hafty fteps the filent dead.
Beneath the birch my aged fire I found;
His life was ebbing thro' the purple wound.
On me the aged fenior lifts his eyes,

And mixes feeble accents with his fighs.

"ALPIN, the commerce of this world I leave, Convey my reliques to my father's

grave..
Ten friendly youths the homely rites fhall pay ;-
Lead thou the reft, my ALPIN, to the fray:
DENMARK invades : this was a pilf'ring band,
Who fpread divided terror o'er the land."

He said: a qualm fucceeds; tears fill my eyes, And woe, fecurely,. fhuts the gates of voice; Silent and fad I hang the dying o'er,

And with warm tears intenerate his gore."

The chief resumes: "my brave, my only fon! Yes, ALPIN, I may call thee all my own;

I fhall not veil a secret in my death ;

e then this ftory of my latest breath:

The

The twentieth season liv'ries o'er the year,

Since on the SEVERN'S banks I met the war ;
In private feud, against a Saxon lord,

The great DUMBAR had rais'd his kindred-fword:-
I on the foe my bow auxiliar bend,

And join afar our fam'ly's antient friend: -
Returning thence I next the TAY divide,

That very night the great King MALCOLM dy'd.
My clan in arms might then preserve their king;
But Fate withstood ;---- along in arms we ring.
An infant's cries, at distance, took my ear,
I went, found thee, a helpless orphan there.

The king, who long infix'd in dumb furprize,
Run o'er the speaking youth with searching eyes,
Here ftopt him fhort, his arms around him flung,
And filent on th' aftonifh'd warrior hung;
My fon, my fon! at last, perplex'd, he cries,
My DUFFUS!tears hung in his joyful eyes :
The crouding tide of joy his words suppress'd; :
He clafps the youth, in filence, to his breast.
Th' aftonifh'd chiefs, congeal'd in dumb amaze,
Stiffen'd to filence, on each other gaze.
Sudden their cheeks are vary'd with furprize,
And glad diforder darted from their eyes.

As when before the fwains, with inftant found,
The forky bolt defcending tears the ground;
They ftand; with stupid gaze each other eye:
So flood the chiefs opprefs'd with sudden joy.
At length, relax'd from fetters of furprize,
"Welcome,brave youth the scepter'd senior cries,
"Welcome to honours justly thine alone,.
Triumphant mount, tho' late, thy father's throne.
To thee with joy the fcepter I resign,

And waft the kingdom to the coming line."
He said: and thus the youth; " I only know
To fhoot the fpear, and bend the stubborn bow
Unfkill'd to stretch o'er nations my command,
Or in the fcales of judgment poise a land..
Wield fill the scepter which with grace you wear,
And guide with steadier hand the regal car ;-
While, looking up to thee with humble eye,
I first transcribe my future rules of fway;
Till late enjoy the throne which you bequeath,
And only date dominion from thy death."
Refolv'd he spoke :----bursts of applause around
Break on the chief:----with joy the halls refound.
As when fome valiant youth returns from far,

And leaves the fields of death, and finish'd war;