Her mantle large, of greenish hue, My gazing wonder chiefly drew, Deep _lights and shadows_ mingling threw A lustre grand; And seemed, to my astonished view A _well known land_! Here rivers in the sea were lost; There mountains in the skies were tost; Here tumbling billows marked the coast, With surging foam; There, distant shone, Art's lofty boast, The lordly dome. Here Doon poured down his far-fetched floods; There well fed Irwine stately thuds: Auld hermit Ayr staw through his woods, On to the shore; And many a lesser torrent scuds With seeming roar. Low in a sandy valley spread, An ancient _borough_ reared her head Still as in Scottish story read, She boasts a race, To every nobler virtue bred, And polished grace. By stately tower or palace fair Or ruins pendent in the air Bold stems of heroes here and there, I could discern; Some seemed to muse, some seemed to dare With feature stern." Now, imagine the whole of this country, studded at no remote intervals, with churches and schools well supported, and well attended by young and old. Think of her ancient and able Universities, Edinburgh, Glasgow, St. Andrews, and Aberdeen, including in the last, Marischal College and Kings College, with an average attendance of from 2500 to 3000 students, with their learned and amiable professors, extensive libraries, and fine collections in Natural History. Think of her innumerable high schools, private schools, public and private libraries, literary institutes and ancient hospitals, some for the body and some for the mind, and connect the whole with her heroic history, her poetical enthusiasm, her religious faith, her fealty to God and man, and you will have some faint conception of the beauty and glory of Scotland.