Sir Walter Scott

Anonymous, "On Walter Scott's new Title" The Star (18 April 1820).

Galashiels, April 13.
The friends and admirers of Sir WALTER SCOTT, of Abbotsford, Bart. in this town and neighbourhood, met here yesterday, to celebrate his accession to his new dignity. GEORGE CRAIG, Esq. was in the Chair. The company, to the number of fifty, sat down to a most excellent dinner, in Mr. SCOTT'S new Inn. Upon Sir WALTER'S health being drank with enthusiasm, the following song, composed by a Gentleman of the company, was sung in great style by Mr. A. HISLOP, to an enraptured audience, highly delighted that their feelings should have been embodied in verse on such an interesting occasion. Under the mighty Minstrel's shade, harmony hallowed the evening's enjoyments.

The Thames, long of Britain the glory and pride,
Must now yield to Scotland and lovely Tweedside;
For the harp lies unstrung in fair Twickenham's bower,
And the roses of Windsor have shed their last flower!

The Muses, disgusted with bustle and noise,
Have fled to fair Scotland's sweet pastoral joys;
On the banks of the Yarrow their gambols are seen,
Where HOGG leads the dance in the Wake of the Queen!

But chiefly, O Tweed, on thy green grassy vale,
They love thy sweet breezes of health to inhale,
Where the Abbey of Melrose raises its head,
And Abbotsford rises the grace of the Tweed!

All hail then, sweet Minstrel, the pride of our clime,
Whose song lifts the soul to fair Virtue sublime!
May the Muses, enraptur'd, long lighten thine hours,
And on the mild ev'ning of life shed their flowers!

To thee has the power and the blessing been given,
To lighten the Earth with the halo of HEAVEN!
To burst through the clouds of detraction that rise,
And shine through the shades of the deepest disguise!

While Tweed shall roll on in her sylvan career,
Thy name shall be honour'd, and hallow'd thy bier;
While the peasant shall point to thy turrets so fair,
And say the great Minstrel, Sir WALTER, dwelt there!