Philosophy, no idle pedant dream,

Here holds her search by heaven-taught Reason's

beam;

Here History paints with elegance and force
The tide of Empire's fluctuating course;

Here Douglas forms wild Shakspeare into plan,
And Harley rouses all the God in man.
When well-form'd taste and sparkling wit unite
With manly lore, or female beauty bright
(Beauty, where faultless symmetry and grace
Can only charm us in the second place),
Witness my heart, how oft with panting fear,
As on this night, I've met these judges here!
But still the hope Experience taught to live:
Equal to judge, you're candid to forgive.
No hundred-headed Riot here we meet,
With Decency and Law beneath his feet;
Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name :
Like Caledonians you applaud or blame !

O Thou, dread Power, Whose empire-giving hand Has oft been stretch'd to shield the honor'd land! Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire; May every son be worthy of his sire;

Firm may she rise, with generous disdain

At Tyranny's, or direr Pleasure's chain;

Still self-dependent in her native shore,

Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar,
Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more!

VOL. II.

K