The Modern Athens

— Now that a Parthenon ascends to crown
Our Calton Hill, sage Pallas! 'tis most fit
This thy dear city by the name be known
Of Modern Athens. — But opinions split
Upon this point of taste, and Mother Wit
Cries out — — Auld Reekie! — guid and honest Town
Of Edinbro — , put the sad misnomer down;
This alias of Conceit — away with it! —
Let none provoke for questionable smiles
From an outlandish Goddess the just scorn
Of thy staunch gothic Patron, grave St Giles:
— Far better than such heathen foppery
The homeliest Title thou hast ever borne
Before or since the times of, — Wha wants me? —
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