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Rh And yield the next, a broken trust, To earth, to ashes, and to dust.

And now farewell, whose hand did sweep Away the damps of ages deep, And fire with proud baronial strain The harp of chivalry again, And make its wild, forgotten thrill To modern ears delightful still.

Thou, who didst make, from shore to shore, Bleak Caledonia's mountains hoar, Her blue lakes bosom'd in their shade, Her sheepfolds scatter'd o'er the glade, Her rills, with music, leaping down, The perfume of her heather brown, Familiar as their native glen To differing tribes of distant men, Patriot and bard! old Scotia's care Shall keep thine image fresh and fair, Embalming to remotest time The Shakspeare of her tuneful clime.