I said thou bad'st in castled nook
Thy loved regalia rest,
And changed it for the olive branch,
That shadoweth brow and breast.
For this no more in contest rude,
Or challenge mad with haste,
Or savage shock of border wars,
Thy sons their blood shall waste.
No more shalt thou stern watch and ward
Upon those hill-tops hold,
When now the shepherd's voice at eve
Doth warn his flocks afold;
But freely pour thy glowing soul
To thrill the tuneful lyre,
And mark on Calton's beauteous brow
Athenian domes aspire;
And kindly with thy guiding hand
Assist the pilgrim wight,
Who breathless climbs to seek a seat
On Arthur's towering height,
Or taste from old St. Antoine's well
Cold waters sparkling free,
Or o'er that ruined chapel pore,
Queen Margaret gave to thee.
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FAREWELL TO EDINBURGH.