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// / G H LANDER
A r o E M.
C A N T O IL
[ Eav'n's op'ning portals fliot the beam of day ;
Earth chang'd her fable robe to fprightly grey ;
To Weft's dark goal the humid night is fled,
The fun o'er ocean rears his beamy head :
The fplendid gleam from Scottifh fteel returns,
And all the light reflexive mountains burns.
Deep-founding bag-pipes, gaining on the air,
With lofty voice awake the Scottiili vi'ar.
The gallant chiefs, along the mountain's brow,
Stand 'casM ir. urms, and low'r upon the foe :

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