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And, where those fractur'd mountains lift O'er the blue wave their towering crest, Each salient ledge and hollow cleft To sea-fowl give a rugged nest. But with instinctive love is drest The Eider's downy cradle; where The mother-bird, her glossy breast Devotes, and with maternal care, And plumeless bosom, stems the toiling seas, That foam round the tempestuous Orcades.

From heights, whence shuddering sense recoils, And cloud-capped headlands, steep and bare, Sons of the North! your venturous toils Collect your poor and scanty fare.