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AIR, Gilderoy.
I
As sable clouds at early dayOft dim the shining skies,
So gloomy thoughts create dismay
And lustre leaves her eyes.
II
“Ye powers! are Scotia's ample fields“With so much beauty grac'd,
“To have those sweets your bounty yields,
“By foreign foes defac'd?
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III
“O Jove! at whose supreme command“The limpid fountains play,
“O'er Caledonia's northern land,
“Let restless waters stray.
IV
“Since from the void creation rose,“Thou'st made a sacred vow,
“That Caledon to foreign foes
“Should ne'er be known to bow.”
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