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A TRIUMPH OF TRAVEL.
There, changed to marble, Walter Scott
Received the world. And Burns of Ayr,
With all his loves and debts forgot,
A bronze immortal met you there.
Received the world. And Burns of Ayr,
With all his loves and debts forgot,
A bronze immortal met you there.
No whit the seven-years' stranger cared;
As under gables high and still
Through immemorial dust he fared,
He spoke his heart out with a will:
As under gables high and still
Through immemorial dust he fared,
He spoke his heart out with a will:
"I'm tired of Holyrood, that's what!
And all the other things," he said;
"There 's nothing in it! She is not;—
I mean Queen Mary. She is dead.
And all the other things," he said;
"There 's nothing in it! She is not;—
I mean Queen Mary. She is dead.
"I'm glad I did just one thing there."
(In vain they showed him "Rizzio's bluid.")
"I put my hand on every chair
That said 'Don't Touch' at Holyrood!"
(In vain they showed him "Rizzio's bluid.")
"I put my hand on every chair
That said 'Don't Touch' at Holyrood!"
