The Scott Monument, Prince's Street, Edinburgh

Here sits he throned, where men and gods behold
His domelike brow — a good man simply great;
Here in this highway proud, that arrow-straight
Cleaves at one stroke the new world from the old.
On this side, Commerce, Fashion, Progress, Gold;
On that, the Castle Hill, the Canongate,
A thousand years of war and love and hate
There palpably upstanding fierce and bold.
Here sits he throned; beneath him, full and fast,
The tides of Modern Life impetuous run.
O Scotland, was it well and meetly done?
For see! he sits with back turned on the Past —
He whose imperial edict bade it last
While yon grey ramparts kindle to the sun.
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