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Hail! and rejoice!—thy race shall claim A heritage of deathless fame, And Scotland shall arise, at length, Majestic in triumphant strength, An eagle of the rock, that won A way through tempests to the sun! Nor scorn the visions, wildly grand, The prophet-spirit of thy land! By torrent-wave, in desert vast, Those visions o'er my thought have passed, Where mountain-vapours darkly roll, That spirit hath possessed my soul! And shadowy forms have met mine eye, The beings of futurity! And a deep voice of years to be, Hath told that Scotland shall be free!