Classic Poem

A CONSIELLATION OF SCOTTISH POETS

BEATTIE

Sweet minstrel! from thy hermit's cell
Rich strains of sacred truth are flowing,
The haughty sceptic's pride to quell;
Thy harp is tuned to numbers glowing.

BLAIR .

Bard of the grave; o'er death's domain
Thy awful muse for ever hovers,
Chaunting in sad and solemn strain
Each ghastly scene she there discovers.

CAMPBELL .

Poet of hope, of love, and woe,
Of thought refined, and tender feeling,
Thy notes of love — sad, sweet, and low,
Swell high when Poland's wrongs revealing.

CUNNINGHAME .

O weird and wild in legend old,
In dark tradition! dim and hoary —
Thy witching muse doth revel hold
In magic, song, and haunted story.

BURNS .

True child of nature, heir of fame,
On thy true heart the muse's altar
Burned high — the poet's, patriot's flame,
A fire unknown to fail or falter

HOGG .

On Ettrick's banks, her Doric lays
The shepherd's muse sat sweetly singing,
Till Scotia's raptured meed of praise
O'er all her hills and glens was ringing.

SCOTT .

He sung of feudal halls and towers,
Of knights and chiefs in olden story;
Of beauteous dames in tapestried bowers;
High chivalry and deeds of glory.

The heaven of song is studded o'er
With puny twinklers, faintly gleaming;
But these shall shine for evermore,
Bright in their native radiance beaming.