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FASSFEARN.
Stout old Simplicity, here I wisely greetThy grandeur, and on Cameron's cradle look
Well pleased, heart's brother of the iron duke,
From whom the fulminant Frenchman knew defeat.
No pillared halls were there, no gay saloons,
But a plain low white house that scorned display,
Where thou wert reared as Romans were, when they
Rose from the plough to whip the Volscian loons.
O rare old times in simple manhood schooled,
From which our vauntful age hath vainly swerved,
When they who ruled, like faithful fathers ruled,
And they who served, as trustful children served!
Hence mighty captains grew, and men who bled
As heroes bleed, where dauntless Cameron led.
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