Song
FOR THE ANNIVERSARY MEETING OF THE PITT CLUB OF SCOTLAND
O, dread was the time, and more dreadful the omen,
When the brave on Marengo lay slaughtered in vain,
And beholding broad Europe bowed down by her foemen,
P ITT closed in his anguish the map of her reign!
Not the fate of broad Europe could bend his brave spirit
To take for his country the safety of shame;
O, then in her triumph remember his merit,
And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Round the husbandman's head while he traces the furrow
The mists of the winter may mingle with rain,
He may plough it with labor and sow it in sorrow,
And sigh while he fears he has sowed it in vain;
He may die ere his children shall reap in their gladness,
But the blithe harvest-home shall remember his claim;
And their jubilee-shout shall be softened with sadness,
While they hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Though anxious and timeless his life was expended,
In toils for our country preserved by his care,
Though he died ere one ray o'er the nations ascended,
To light the long darkness of doubt and despair;
The storms he endured in our Britain's December,
The perils his wisdom foresaw and o'er-came,
In her glory's rich harvest shall Britain remember,
And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Nor forget His gray head who, all dark in affliction,
Is deaf to the tale of our victories won,
And to sounds the most dear to paternal affection,
The shout of his people applauding his S ON ;
By his firmness unmoved in success and disaster,
By his long reign of virtue, remember his claim!
With our tribute to P ITT join the praise of his Master,
Though a tear stain the goblet that flows to his name.
Yet again fill the wine-cup and change the sad measure,
The rites of our grief and our gratitude paid,
To our Prince, to our Heroes, devote the bright treasure,
The wisdom that planned, and the zeal that obeyed!
Fill W ELLINGTON'S cup till it beam like his glory,
Forget not our own brave D ALHOUSIE and G REME ;
A thousand years hence hearts shall bound at their story,
And hallow the goblet that flows to their fame.
O, dread was the time, and more dreadful the omen,
When the brave on Marengo lay slaughtered in vain,
And beholding broad Europe bowed down by her foemen,
P ITT closed in his anguish the map of her reign!
Not the fate of broad Europe could bend his brave spirit
To take for his country the safety of shame;
O, then in her triumph remember his merit,
And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Round the husbandman's head while he traces the furrow
The mists of the winter may mingle with rain,
He may plough it with labor and sow it in sorrow,
And sigh while he fears he has sowed it in vain;
He may die ere his children shall reap in their gladness,
But the blithe harvest-home shall remember his claim;
And their jubilee-shout shall be softened with sadness,
While they hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Though anxious and timeless his life was expended,
In toils for our country preserved by his care,
Though he died ere one ray o'er the nations ascended,
To light the long darkness of doubt and despair;
The storms he endured in our Britain's December,
The perils his wisdom foresaw and o'er-came,
In her glory's rich harvest shall Britain remember,
And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Nor forget His gray head who, all dark in affliction,
Is deaf to the tale of our victories won,
And to sounds the most dear to paternal affection,
The shout of his people applauding his S ON ;
By his firmness unmoved in success and disaster,
By his long reign of virtue, remember his claim!
With our tribute to P ITT join the praise of his Master,
Though a tear stain the goblet that flows to his name.
Yet again fill the wine-cup and change the sad measure,
The rites of our grief and our gratitude paid,
To our Prince, to our Heroes, devote the bright treasure,
The wisdom that planned, and the zeal that obeyed!
Fill W ELLINGTON'S cup till it beam like his glory,
Forget not our own brave D ALHOUSIE and G REME ;
A thousand years hence hearts shall bound at their story,
And hallow the goblet that flows to their fame.
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