Yes! now the trusty Highlander aloft shall raise his head,
As large as is his native worth, his wealthy arts shall spread;
Inventions crowd to save him from the poor man's bitter doom,
And well-taught skill, to grace with comfort's ray his humblest home.
No more o'er weakness shall exult the mighty and the proud—
No more in nakedness shall 'plain his lot the wretch aloud.
O, sure are coming nigh our hills the auspices foretold,
When he shall fail to vaunt his power who chain'd our sires of old,
In iron bands who held them fast, but now he droops with fear;
Delusion's age is past, and strife avows the smile, the tear,
That sympathy or fondness ask,—and the sad world is fain
To welcome its return to love and innocence again.
END OF VOL. IV.
EDINBURGH: PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND COMPANY.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] The present Memoir has been prepared at our request by the veteran William Jerdan, late of the Literary Gazette.
[2] Composed on board the steamship Niagara, on her voyage to New York, in August 1849.
[3] One of the stanzas of this song is the composition of the late Mary Russell Mitford and appears in her tale of Atherton. The other stanza was composed by Mr Bennoch, at the urgent request of his much loved friend.