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100 A KEPPOCH SONG, ontot.
See throngs of captives to their natal soil,
With joyful hearts return, and placid smile;
See each fond friend his relative embrace,
With wistful eye the alter'd feature trace.
Their grateful hearts with British praise loud sing,
With glad hosannahs to th' Almighty King.
While Heav'n its blessings, with unsparing hand,
Doth pour on all, see plenty crown the land.
God's wond'rous works let us then humbly view,
And praise his providence, watchful and true;
Who war hath hush'd, with all its frightful storms,
And Europe now but one great family forms.
See commerce now its genial hand apply,
To cement th' friendship, and our wants supply,
See cities now from heaps of ruins rise,
And Saragossa's beauties charm our eyes.
See now the fields the tiller's hand employ,
And bounteous harvests fill the heart with joy.
One chorus vast of universal praise,
We now, with grateful hearts, to Heav'n do raise.
We next our hearts to Britain's Regent turn,
And feel that we with grateful homage burn :
AVe praise his counsels, and admire his skill,
That out of chaos brings this peace tranquil:
See throngs of captives to their natal soil,
With joyful hearts return, and placid smile;
See each fond friend his relative embrace,
With wistful eye the alter'd feature trace.
Their grateful hearts with British praise loud sing,
With glad hosannahs to th' Almighty King.
While Heav'n its blessings, with unsparing hand,
Doth pour on all, see plenty crown the land.
God's wond'rous works let us then humbly view,
And praise his providence, watchful and true;
Who war hath hush'd, with all its frightful storms,
And Europe now but one great family forms.
See commerce now its genial hand apply,
To cement th' friendship, and our wants supply,
See cities now from heaps of ruins rise,
And Saragossa's beauties charm our eyes.
See now the fields the tiller's hand employ,
And bounteous harvests fill the heart with joy.
One chorus vast of universal praise,
We now, with grateful hearts, to Heav'n do raise.
We next our hearts to Britain's Regent turn,
And feel that we with grateful homage burn :
AVe praise his counsels, and admire his skill,
That out of chaos brings this peace tranquil:
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| Histories of Scottish families > Keppoch song > (102) Page 106 |
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| Description | A poem in five cantos: being the origin and history of the family, alias Donald, Lord of the Isles, carried down to its extinction, with a continuation of the family of Keppoch; the whole combined with the history of Scotland, with notes and references, and concluding with an analysis of the Scotch acts of Parliament, relative to the Douglas association; and an address to His Royal Highness the prince regent. By John Paul Macdonald. Montrose : Printed for the author by J. Watt, 1815. |
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| Description | A selection of almost 400 printed items relating to the history of Scottish families, mostly dating from the 19th and early 20th centuries. Includes memoirs, genealogies and clan histories, with a few produced by emigrant families. The earliest family history goes back to AD 916. |
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