Come then, bright Hope! in smiles array'd,
Revive us by thy quick'ning breath,
Then shall we never be afraid
To walk thro' danger and thro' death.
Set to music by Mr. COLLET,
OER Scotia's parched land the Naiads flew,
From towering hills explor'd her shelter'd vales,
Caus'd Forth in wild meanders please the view,
And lift her waters to the zephyrs gales.
Where the glad swain surveys his fertile fields,
And reaps the plenty which his harvest yields,
Here did these lovely nymphs unseen,
Oft wander by the river's side,
And oft unbind their tresses green,
To bathe them in the fluid tide.
Then to the shady grottoes would retire,
And sweetly echo to the warbling choir;
Or to the rushing waters tune their shells,
To call up Echo from the woods,
Or from the rocks or crystal floods,
Or from surrounding banks, or hills, or dales.
When the cool fountains first their springs forsook,
Murmuring smoothly to the azure main,
Exulting Neptune then his trident shook,
And way'd his waters gently to the plain..
The friendly Tritons on his chariot born,
With cheeks dilated blew the hollow-sounding horn.
Now Lothian and Fifan shores,
Resounding to the Mermaid's song, Gladly emit their limpid stores,
And bid them smoothly sail along
To Neptune's empire, and with him to roll
Round the revolving sphere from pole to pole;
To guard Britannia from envious foes,
To view her angry vengeance hurl'd
In awful thunder round the world,
And trembling nations bending to her blows.
To guard Britannia from envious foes,
To view her angry vengeance hurl'd,
In awful thunder round the world,
And trembling nations bending to her blows.
High towering on the zephyr's breezy wing,
Swift fly the Naiads from Fortha's shores,
And to the southern airy mountains bring
Their sweet enchantment and their magic powers.
Each nymph her favourite willow takes,
The earth with fev'rous tremor shakes,
The stagnant lakes obey their call,
Streams o'er the grassy pastures fall.
Tweed spreads her waters to the lucid ray,
Upon the dimpled surf the sun-beams play:
On her green banks the tuneful shepherd lies,
Charm'd with the music of his reed,
Amidst the wavings of the Tweed:
From sky-reflecting streams the river nymphs arise.
On her green banks the tuneful shepherd lies,
Charm'd with the music of his reed,
Amidst the wavings of the Tweed:
From sky-reflecting streams the river nymphs arise.
The list ning muses heard the shepherds play,
Fame with her brazen trump proclaim'd his name,
And to attend the easy graceful lay,
Pan from Arcadia to Tweeda came.
Fond of the change, along the banks he stray'd,
And sung unmindful of th' Arcadian shade."
Attend every fanciful swain,
Whose notes softly flow from the reed,
With harmony guide the sweet strain,
To sing of the beauties of Tweed.
Where the music of woods and of streams
In soothing sweet melody join,
To enliven your pastoral themes,
And make human numbers divine.
Ye warblers from the vocal grove,
The tender woodland strain approve,
While Tweed in smoother cadence glides,
O'er flow'ry vales in gentle tides;
And as she rolls her silver waves along,
Murmurs and sighs to quit the rural song.
Scotia's great Genius in russet clad,
From the cool sedgy bank exalts her head,
In joyful rapture she the change espies,
Sees living streams descend and groves arise.
As sable clouds at early day,
Oft dim the shining skies,
So gloomy thoughts create dismay,
And lustre leaves her eyes.
"Ye powers! are Scotia's ample fields
"With so much beauty grac'd,
"To have those sweets your bounty yields
"By foreign foes defac'd?
"O Jove! at whose supreme command
"The limpid fountains play,
"O'er Caledonia's northern land
"Let restless waters stray.
"Since from the void creation rose,
« Thou'st made a sacred vow,
"That Caledon to foreign foes
"Should ne'er be known to bow."
The mighty Thund'rer on his sapphire throne,
In mercy's robes attir'd, heard the sweet voice
Of female wo-soft as the moving song
Of Philomela"midst the evening shades;
And thus return'd an answer to her pray'rs:
"Where birks at Nature's call arise;
"Where fragrance hails the vaulted skies;
"Where my own oak its umbrage spreads,
"Delightful 'midst the woody shades;
"Where ivy mould'ring rooks entwines;
"Where breezes bend the lofty pines:
"There shall the laughing Naiads stray,
"'Midst the sweet banks of winding Tay."
From the dark womb of earth Tay's waters spring,
Ordain'd by Jove's unalterable voice;
The sounding lyre celestial muses string,
The choiring songsters in the groves rejoice.
Each fount its crystal fluids pours,
Which from surrounding mountains flow;
The river bathes its verdant shores,
Cool o'er the surf the breezes blow.
Let England's sons extol their gardens fair,
Scotland may freely boast her gen'rous streams,
Their soil more fertile and their milder air,
Her fishes sporting in the solar beams.
Thames, Humber, Severn, all must yield the bay
To the pure streams of Forth, of Tweed, and Tay.
Thames, Humber, Severn, all must yield the bay
To the pure streams of Forth, of Tweed, and Tay.
O Scotia! when such beauty claims
A mansion near thy flowing streams,
Ne'er shall stern Mars, in iron car,
Drive his proud coursers to the war:
But fairy forms shall strew around
Their olives on the peaceful ground;
And turtles join the warbling throng,
To usher in the morning song.
Or shout in chorus all the live-long day,
From the green banks of Forth, of Tweed, and Tay.
When gentle Phoebe's friendly light
In silver radiance clothes the night;
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