118 FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH.
But freely pour a glowing soul To thrill the tuneful lyre,
And mark on Gallon s beauteous brow Athenian domes aspire ;
And thou, with kindly guiding hand,
May st help the pilgrim wight, Who breathless climbs to seek a seat
On Arthur s towering height, Or taste from old St. Antoine s well
Cold water sparkling free, Or o er that ruined chapel pore,
Queen Margaret gave to thee.
St. Giles, like time-tried sentinel,
Uplifts his cross on high, And stirs his ancient might to guard
Thy pristine majesty ; And Learning reareth massive walls
Thy fairest haunts among, While, as a charmed child, the world
Doth list thy magic song.
Yet settling o er thy brow I see A tinge of mournful thought,
For Autumn blights the heather-flower, That generous Summer brought j
And though I seek a greener clime, Where flowers are fair to see,
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