Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser

CALEDONIA.

A SONG, BY THE CELEBRATED JAMES HOGG.

Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock;
Of the ocean, the mist and the wind;
Thou land of the torrent, the pine, and the oak,
Of the roebuck, the hart and the hind.
Tho' bare are thy cliffs, and tho' barren thy glens;
Tho' bleak thy dun islands appear;
Yet kind are the hearts, and undaunted the clans,
That roam on those mountains so drear.
A foe from abroad, or a tyrant at home,
Could never thy ardour restrain;
The invincible bands of Imperial Rome,
Assay'd thy proud spirit in vain.
Firm seat of religion, of valor, of truth,
Of genius, unshackled and free;
The muses have left all the vales of the south,
My lov'd Caledonia, for thee.
Sweet land of the bay, and the wild winding streams:
Their loneliness slumbers at even;
While far in the deep, 'mid the blue water sleeps,
A calm little motionless heaven.
Thou land of the valley, the moor and the hill,
Of the storm and the proud rolling wave.
Yes, thou art the land of fair liberty still,
And the land of my forefathers' grave!