"THIS Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls, Rock-built, are hung with rainbow-coloured mists-- Of far-stretched Meres whose salt flood never rests-- Of tuneful Caves and playful Waterfalls-- Of Mountains varying momently their crests-- Proud be this Land! whose poorest huts are halls Where Fancy entertains becoming guests; While native song the heroic Past recalls." Thus, in the net of her own wishes caught, The Muse exclaimed; but Story now must hide 10 Her trophies, Fancy crouch; the course of pride Has been diverted, other lessons taught, That make the Patriot-spirit bow her head Where the all-conquering Roman feared to tread.