Ah, generous youth, that wish forbear, 170 The winds too foon will waft thee here! No more fhalt thou behold thy fifter's face, X. 175 When in mid-air the golden trump fhall found, To raise the nations under ground: 180 The judging God shall close the book of fate ; For those who wake, and those who sleep: From the four corners of the fky; 185 When finews o'er the skeletons are spread, Those cloth'd with flesh, and life inspires the dead; The facred poets first shall hear the found, And foremoft from the tomb fhall bound, For they are cover'd with the lightest ground And straight, with in-born vigour, on the wing, Like mounting larks, to the new morning fing. } There thou, fweet faint, before the quire fhall go, As harbinger of heaven, the way to fhow, The way which thou fo well haft learnt below. 195 UPON THE DEATH OF THE EARL OF DUNDEE. OH laft and beft of Scots! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thee did each in other live; Nor would't thou her, nor could fhe thee fur vive. Farewell, who dying didst support the state, And couldft not fall but with thy country's fate. Ver. 1. Oh luft and beft] The conduct and death of this truly valiant chieftain is defcribed with much eloquence and animation in his account of the important battle at Killikranky, by Sir John Dalrymple, in the firft volume of his Memoirs. Dundee, being wounded by a mufket-ball, rode off the field, defiring his mifchance to be concealed, and fainting, dropped from his horfe; as foon as he was recovered, he defired to be raised, looked to the field, and asked, " How things went ?" Being told, "All well;" then faid he, "I am well," and expired. Dr. J. WARton. |