His valediction gave,
And great Eliza's throne
Received its rightful heir,

The Peaceful and the Just.

3.

A more auspicious union never Earth
From eldest days had seen,

Than when, their mutual wrongs forgiven,
And gallant enmity renounced
With honour, as in honour fostered long,
The ancient kingdoms formed

Their everlasting league.

4.

Slowly by time matured

A happier order then for Scotland rose ; And where inhuman force,

And rapine unrestrained

Had lorded o'er the land,

Peace came, and polity,

And quiet industry, and frugal wealth; And there the household virtues fixed

Their sojourn undisturbed.

5.

Such blessings for her dowry Scotland drew From that benignant union; nor less large The portion that she brought.

She brought security and strength,

True hearts, and strenuous hands, and noble minds. Say Ocean, from the shores of Camperdown,

'What Caledonia brought!

Say thou,

Egypt! Let India tell!

And let tell Victory

From her Brabantine field,

The proudest field of fame!

6.

Speak ye too, works of peace;
For ye too have a voice

Which shall be heard by ages!

The proud bridge,

Through whose broad arches, worthy of their name

And place, his rising and his refluent tide
Majestic Thames, the royal river rolls!
And that which high in air,

A bending line suspended, shall o'erhang
Menaï's straits, as if

By Merlin's mighty magic there sustain❜d!
And Pont-Cyssylté, not less wondrous work;
Where on gigantic columns raised

Aloft, a dizzying height,

The laden barge pursues its even way, While o'er his rocky channel the dark Dee Hurries below, a raging stream, scarce heard! And that huge mole, whose deep foundations, firm As if by Nature laid,

Repel the assailing billows, and protect The British fleet, securely riding there, Though southern storms possess the sea and sky, And from its depths commoved, Infuriate ocean raves.

Ye stately monuments of Britain's power,

Bear record ye what Scottish minds
Have planned and perfected!

With grateful wonder shall posterity
See the stupendous works, and Rennie's name,
And Telford's shall survive, till time
Leave not a wreck of sublunary things.

7.

Him too may I attest for Scotland's praise,
Who seized and wielded first

The mightiest element

That lies within the scope of man's controul;
Of evil and of good,

Prolific spring, and dimly yet discern'd
The immeasurable results.

The mariner no longer seeks

Wings from the wind; creating now the power
Wherewith he wins his way,

Right on, across the ocean-flood, he steers
Against opposing skies;

And reaching now the inmost continent,

Up rapid streams, innavigable else,

Ascends with steady progress, self-propell'd,

8.

Nor hath the sister kingdom borne
In science and in arms

Alone, her noble part;

There is an empire which survives The wreck of thrones, the overthrow of realms, The downfall, and decay, and death Of nations. Such an empire in the mind Of intellectual man

Rome yet maintains, and elder Greece; and such By indefeasable right

Hath Britain made her own.

How fair a part doth Caledonia claim
In that fair conquest! Whereso'er
The British tongue may spread,
(A goodly tree, whose leaf

No winter e'er shall nip ;)

Earthly immortals, there, her sons of fame,
Will have their heritage;

In eastern and in occidental Ind;

The new antarctic world, where sable swans Glide upon waters, call'd by British names, And plough'd by British keels;

In vast America, through all its length And breadth, from Massachusett's populous coast To western Oregan;

And from the southern gulph,

Where the great river with his turbid flood
Stains the green ocean, to the polar sea.

9.

There nations yet unborn shall trace
In Hume's perspicuous page,

How Britain rose, and through what storms attain'd
Her eminence of power.

In other climates, youths and maidens there Shall learn from Thomson's verse in what attire The various seasons, bringing in their change Variety of good,

Revisit their beloved English ground. There Beattie! in thy sweet and soothing strain Shall youthful poets read

Their own emotions. There too, old and young, Gentle and simple, by Sir Walter's tales Spell-bound, shall feel

Imaginary hopes and fears

Strong as realities,

And waking from the dream, regret its close.

10.

These Scotland are thy glories; and thy praise
Is England's, even as her power

And opulence of fame are thine.