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106 Restore what Time hath laboured to deface.

Yet these proud Pillars claim no passing sigh;

Unmoved the Moslem sits, the light Greek carols by.

XI.

But who, of all the plunderers of yon Fane

On high—where Pallas linger'd, loth to flee

The latest relic of her ancient reign—

The last, the worst, dull spoiler, who was he?

Blush, Caledonia! such thy son could be!

England! I joy no child he was of thine:

Thy free-born men should spare what once was free;

Yet they could violate each saddening shrine,

And bear these altars o'er the long-reluctant brine.N5

XII.

But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast,

To rive what Goth, and Turk, and Time hath spared:N6