The chiefs of Grant - Electric Scotland

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POEM ON Sill JAMES GRANT r.v ^lus. Giiaxt of Lac;(;ax.
WllD.E on the meailowj- hanlcs of Sjihi/,
Slow steals along the lural niusi',
And -sous the bordering flowers ilisphiy
Their native sweets and veMial hues
And -while slie casts her pensive view
Wjiere hold Cnii'jillnclnj asplies,
Now deck'd with heath-bells fresh with diw,
AVliere blaz'd of old the warning fires:
Witli glowing heart and treniljling hand
She strives to wake the jilau.-.ive lay ;
And wide o'er all her native land
The voice of grateful trutli convey.
And while she eousecrates llie strain.
To worth beyond her humble praise,
The genius of thy native plain
Will smile indulgent on her lays.
Oh, form'd to prove each feeling dear
That heiglitens joy and sweetens care,
The tender Parent, Friend sincere.
The Consort blest beyond compare :
The Patriot Chief, who dwells belov'd
Among the race his fathers sway'd ;
Who, long his country's friend apjirov'd.
Retires in peace to bless the shade.
Who when the dreadful blast of war
With liorror fdl'd the regions round.
His willing jieople call'd from far.
With wakening jiipe of martial sound :
The valiant clan, on every side,
With sudden warlike ardour burns ;
And views tliose longdov'd homes with pride,
Wliose loss no cxil'd native mourns.