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CLYDE.
"Learn, learn," he cries, "ye honoured, rich, and great,
How vain youth, beauty, honour, or estate,
Since all combined in vain, alas! to save 930
Lovely Hamilla from an early grave.
Could all a mother's tenderness or grief,
Or virtue's power, have brought the fair relief,
Long had she lived, and blest the human kind,
With beauty, wisdom, goodness, all combined.
Now lonely, midst her wide improven plains,
And far-stretched groves, her fair Rosehall complains."
Forbear, replies the majesty of Clyde,
Still does not sweet Woodhall adorn thy side?
Whose noble architecture charms the eye, 940
And with my proudest palaces may vie;
Where Campbell rules, chief of a warlike horde,
While Ila's clans revere their giant lord.
How vain youth, beauty, honour, or estate,
Since all combined in vain, alas! to save 930
Lovely Hamilla from an early grave.
Could all a mother's tenderness or grief,
Or virtue's power, have brought the fair relief,
Long had she lived, and blest the human kind,
With beauty, wisdom, goodness, all combined.
Now lonely, midst her wide improven plains,
And far-stretched groves, her fair Rosehall complains."
Forbear, replies the majesty of Clyde,
Still does not sweet Woodhall adorn thy side?
Whose noble architecture charms the eye, 940
And with my proudest palaces may vie;
Where Campbell rules, chief of a warlike horde,
While Ila's clans revere their giant lord.
