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Then mad ambition revels thro' my brain,
And restless bids me spurn life's grov'lling plain;
Awake the Muse and soft enrapturing lyre,
To G---'s praise, our villa's friendly sire;
In glowing colours paint his rural seat,
Where songsters warble and where lambkins bleat;
Where groves and plains in sweet disorder lie,
Hills rough with woods, that tow'ring cleave the sky;
And darksome woody vales, where hid from sight,
Lone Calder brawls o'er many a rocky height;
Tell in soft strains how rich our plains appear,
What plenty crowns them each revolving year;
Till smiles approving, bless my task, and Fame
Enrol the patriot and the poet's name.