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caledonia—a bald

tune—“caledonian hunts&039; delight” of r gow

there was once a day, but old ti wasythen young,

that brave caledonia, the chief of her le,

fro of your northern deities sprung,

(who knows not that brave caledonia&039;s dive?)

fro eed to the orcades was her doa,

to hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:

her heav&039;nly retions there fixed her reign,

and pledg&039;d her their godheads to warrant it good

a bk peace, but a lion war,

the pride of her kdred, the heroe grew:

her grandsire, old od, triuphantly swore,—

“whoe&039;er shall provoke thee, th&039; enunter shall rue!”

with til or pasture at tis she would sport,

to feed her fair flocks by her green rtlg rn;

but chiefly the woods were her fav&039;rite rert,

her darlg aent, the hounds and the horn

long iet she reigned; till thitherward steers

a flight of bold eagles fro adria&039;s strand:

repeated, suessive, for any long years,

they darken&039;d the air, and they pnder&039;d the nd:

their pounces were urder, and terror their cry,

they&039;d ner&039;d and ru&039;d a world beside;

she took to her hills, and her arrows let fly,

the darg vaders they fled or they died

the caleon-sava disturb&039;d her repose,

with tuult, disiet, rebellion, and strife;

provok&039;d beyond bearg, at st she arose,

and robb&039;d hi at once of his hopes and his life:

the anglian lion, the terror of france,

oft prowlg, ensangu&039;d the eed&039;s silver flood;

but, taught by the bright caledonian nce,

he learned to fear his own native wood

the fell harpy-raven took g fro the north,

the sur of the seas, and the dread of the shore;

the wild scandavian boar issued forth

to wanton carna and wallow gore:

o&039;er untries and kgdos their fury prevail&039;d,