Upbraids You with Neglect of Your own Right,
And courts Invading Neighbours in your Sight.
When Caledonians, when will You be wiſe?
When from Your Clouded Circumſtances riſe?
Baniſh Invaders, Heav'n's own Gifts enjoy,
This would Your Native Poverty deſtory.
This would reſtore Your Ancient dear bought Name,
This, and Your Valour, would revive Your Fame;
How would Your Navies quickly ſpread the Seas,
And guard that Wealth they help You to poſſeſs?
How would Your Commerce all Your Sons reſtore,
And they'd ſeek Home that ſhun'd that Home before?
With Wealth and People, Happy, Rich and Free,
You'd firſt Improve the Land, and then the Sea;
Be Strong, be Great, be Rich, be Europe's Fear,
Their War, their Wealth, their Trade, their Honours ſhare.
But let's Retreat, Who can the Scene ſurvey,
And View this Wealth the Neighbour Nations Prey;
What Eye, that's Caledonia's Friend, can ſee
Her Sons on Shore, and Strangers ſpread the Sea?
Who can, with Patience, View her People Poor,
And Mines of Wealth ſnatch'd up at ev'ry Door?
The Bounty Heav'n for their Peculiar meant,
Reap't by the Hands to whom 'twas never ſent.
The Ocean plunder'd, the Advantage ſold,
While theſe enjoy the Tempeſts, thoſe the Gold.
