SONGS Introduced in the Proceffion on laying the Foundation of new College at Edinburgh, Nov. 16, 1789. TUNE-The Conquering Hero. SEE he comes: his way prepare *, Rend with loud acclaims the air, Raife aloft the joyful lay, Loudly celebrate the day. Sprung from him † whofe mental ray, TUNE-The Hero comes. LONG, long, dishonour of our Isle, *The words of the fongs were, at the request of several gentlemen, haflily thrown together for the occafion by the Rev. John Armstrong, M. A. at that time a student in the University of Edinburgh. + Napier of Merchifton, (of whom the prefent Lord Napier, who prefided at the proceffion as Grand-Master Mason of Scotland, is a lineal defcendant,) the famous inventor of the Logarithms, who, by the elegant hiftorian of England, is defervedly stiled, a truly Great Man. And Her fav'rite walls neglected lay, He comes to pay the honours due, Now, fee him in the task engage, TUNE-Let Ambition fire thy Mind. Now, now, the glorious work's begun, Here Genius, from its ample ftore, Here useful science, polish'd art, And knowledge join, with tafte combin'd, VOL. IV. G TUNE TUNE-Britannia Rules the Waves. THE Stone we've seen first plac'd by Napier's hand, Whose fame fhall fpread through every diftant land, Here, here, to glory train'd, fhall raise a race, This day, long-wifh'd, to celebrate we'll raise, MILTON'S MILTON'S GHOST. AN ELEGY. Written in the Year 1790, when a Report prevailed that the Grave of Milton had been discovered in Cripplegate Church-yard, on which Occafion the fuppofed Remains of this famous Poet were dug up, and fuffered for fome Days to remain expofed to public View. 'TWAS night, and buried in profound repofe, And thought fucceeded to the cares of day: But Fancy hovering ftill around my head; Its airy vifions o'er my flumbers fpread: The Father of the English Song I knew. Thou know'ft, and oft has mourn'd how hard I funk the unheeded victim of decay. my Fenc'd by no fhelter from the common doom, The tribute long withheld of honour pay, With hands profane my tomb they now disclose, Till light, alas, its friendly aid deny'd ? lot, And foar'd beyond the bounds of fpace and time? * Milton in one of his works complains, that " he had fallen 66 upon evil days and evil tongues," Is |