The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

1t ~ CANTO t. LA>ST XM RTBr, 6
Should thus, with ill-rewarded toil,
Wander a poor and thankless soil,
When the more generous southern land
Would well requite his skilful hand.
The Aged Harper, howsoe'er
His only friend, his harp, wag dear,
Liked not to hear it ranked so high
Above his flowing poesy;
Less liked he still that scornful jeer
Misprized the land, he loved so dear;
High was the sound, as thus again
The bard resumed his minstrel strain.
CANTO SIXTH.
BRIATshS there the man, with soul so deal
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land I
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand I
If such there breathe, go, mark him wellAFor him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf
The wretchc.oncentered all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, anhonoured, and unsung.
IL
0 Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wmod,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal han
Can e'er untie the filial band,