Howitt, William; Howitt, Mary Botham; Bedford, Francis [Oth.]: Ruined abbeys and castles of Great Britain (London: A. W. Bennett, 1862)

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level of the fummit of the bank, are yet entire. A beauti-
ful Scottifh fong, bearing its name, has connected its memory
with the public mind, far and wide.
ROSLIN CASTLE.
[By Richard Hewitt, a native of Cumberland, who added as conductor to Dr.
Blacklock, the blind Scottifh poet, and died in 1764. It is always included among
the Scottifh fongs. The air is Scotch, and very beautiful.]
’Twas in that feafon of the year,
When all things gay and fweet appear,
That Colin, with the morning ray,
Arofe and fung his rural lay.
Of Nancy’s charms the fhepherd fung,
The hills and dales with Nancy rung,
While Rollin Caftle heard the fwain,
And echoed back the cheerful ftrain.
Awake, fweet Mufe 1 the breathing fpring
With rapture warms ; awake and fing !
Awake and join the rural throng,
Who hail the morning with a fong :
To Nancy raife the cheerful lay,
O ! bid her hafte and come away;
In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn,
And add new graces to the morn.
O ! hark, my love, on every fpray
Each feathered warbler tunes his lay,
’Tis beauty fires the ravifhed throng,
And love infpires the melting fong;
Then let my raptured notes arife,
For beauty darts from Nancy’s eyes,
And love my rifing bofom warms,
And fills my foul with fweet alarms.
O ! come, my love ; thy Colin’s lay
With rapture calls—O ! come away!
Come while the mufe this wreath fhall twine
Around that modeft brow of thine :
O ! hither hafte, and with thee bring
That beauty blooming like the fpring,
Thofe graces that divinely fhine,
And charm this ravifhed breaft of mine !