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95 Rob Roy had never lingered here,

To these few meagre Vales confined;

But thought how wide the world, the times

How fairly to his mind!

And to his Sword he would have said,

"Do Thou my sovereign will enact

"From land to land through half the earth!

"Judge thou of law and fact!

"'Tis fit that we should do our part;

"Becoming, that mankind should learn

"That we are not to be surpassed

"In fatherly concern.

"Of old things all are over old,

"Of good things none are good enough:—

"We'll shew that we can help to frame

"A world of other stuff.

"I, too, will have my Kings that take

"From me the sign of life and death:

"Kingdoms shall shift about, like clouds,

"Obedient to my breath."