Series 1 > Chronicles of the Frasers

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tensions, and, with the prophetick poet in his behalfe, we
may conclud :—
Nulli animis nulliq ausis nec Marte secundm !
Nec tibi Simoni Magne, secundus eram;
Cceduntfata tibi patriot tu Maximus Auctor!
Invitis fatis conditor alter ego !
A panagirick eulogy to the master of this
great task.
Now shall our symames bliss thee for this deed.
And with what envy shall our nighboures read;
With home-bred wants opprest we were of late,
For low at home with forreignors grown cheap;
Nor tread nor arms our antient fame maintain,
And we must sink if yow do’s not regaine.
With admiration I have read thy booke,
Where art and sense appeares in every looke.
Each page hath something great and something new,
And I at first did guess its writ by yow.
Who forty yeares, by painfull search hath sought
What ne’re before was to perfection brought.
Long we were silent, and our name forgot,
And we but read whom other clans had wrot.
Thus, when our ancient fame was almost lost,
Thow hast again made us to hear our ghost.
Yow did our dying patient to life restore,
And given that vigour it ne’re had before.
Our name neglected, and by time oppressd,
Thow polisht hast, and fashionably drest;
Thus whilst yow wait and other names make known,
You build a lasting trophy for your own.
Welcom to light, thow healer of our name,
To raise thy countries honour and thy fame.
Our great historians of a long time ar dead.
And yow to those brave heroes do succeed.
Long have we wisht, but all this time in vaine,
To see our ancient genious wake againe.