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alurnnus of its University, to be a source of unmingled and unending satisfaction.
Let us close by quoting a few of Burns’s verses, which it is as difficult
to hackney as to forget :-
‘ Edina ! Scotia’s darling seat,
All hail thy palaces and towers,
Where once beneath a Monarch’s feet
Sat Legislation’s sovereign Powers !
Here Wealth still swells the golden tide
As busy Trade his labour plies ;
There Architecture’s noble pride
Bids elegance and splendour rise.
Here Justice from her native skies
High wields her balance and her rod ;
There Learning with his eagle eyes
Seeks Science in her coy abode.
Thy sons, Edina, social, kid,
With open arms the stranger hail !
Their views enlarged, their liberal mind
Above the narrow rural vale ;
Attentive still to sorrow’s wail,
Or modest merit’s silent claim :
And never may their sources fa&
And never envy blot their name.
Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded summer sky,
Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn,
Dear as tiie raptured thrill of joy.’
MIDDLE U’ALK. MEADOWS.
