Caledonia

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Ben J W Anthony

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There was once a day, but old Time was then young
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line
From some of your northern deities sprung
Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine
From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would
Her heavenly relations there fixed her reign
And pledged her their godheads to warrant it good
A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war
The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew
Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore
Whoe'er shall provoke thee, the encounter shall rue
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport
To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn
But chiefly the woods were her favourite resort
Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn
Long quiet she reigned; till thitherward steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand
Repeated, successive, for many long years
They darkened the air, and they plundered the land
Their pounces were murder, and horror their cry
They'd conquered and ruined a world beside
She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly
The daring invaders they fled or they died
The Cameleon savage disturbed her repose
With tumult, disquiet, rebellion, and strife
Provoked beyond bearing, at last she arose
And robbed him at once of his hopes and his life
The Anglian lion, the terror of France
Oft prowling, ensanguined the Tweed's silver flood
But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance
He learned to fear in his own native wood
The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore
The wild Scandinavian boar issued forth
To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore
O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevailed
No arts could appease them, no arms could repel
But brave Caledonia in vain they assailed
As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell
Thus bold, independent, unconquered, and free
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run
For brave Caledonia immortal must be
I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun
Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll choose
The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base
But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse
Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always

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