In the bordering land, which the Muses love best,
Was one whom they favour’d of old;
With a view of the future his mind they impressed,
And gave him the power to unfold.
“Come, strike me the harp, and my spirit sustain,
That these visions of glory annoy; 10
While I to the Chieftains of Scotland explain
What their Sons shall hereafter enjoy!
“I see, but from far—I behold, but not near—
When war on the Border shall cease,