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 Hail Blet Conjunction, Brittain's lat bet Hour,

Shall Caledonia to her elf retore;

Aert her long neglected Property,

Her Bleing, her Inheritance, the Sea.

In hopes of this, let's land and range the Shore,

And view the Nation that the World calls Poor.

Plenty's a doubtful Word mitook by mot,

A modern Term for Luxury and Wate.

So Canaan flow'd. the Lands in Plenty drown'd;

Yet Egypt did in vat Increae abound.

The World's amu'd with different Forms of Words,

When various Sence the various Thought affords.

Nature's by vat Comparions explain'd,

And all her Contradictions o maintain'd.

So Scotlands Barren, Fruitful, Poor and Rich:

Speak Malice, Speak Inulters, tell us which.

Decribe the Globe, run all the Climates o'er,

She's Poor compar'd to Rich, and Rich compar'd to Poor.

In Climates next, let's view her Northern Coat,

A fruitful Stile, with Epithets embo't,

The Horrid, Boitrous, Barren, and the Cold,

What Fabl'd Montrous Stories have been told!

Yet range the Globe, and her Extremes urvey,

And ail from Magellan to Hudons Bay;

Ditto the Jet, and when the Truth's but told,

She's Cold compar'd to Hot, and Hot compar'd to Cold.