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When Burns did make triumphant entry / 'Mong Edina's famous gentry, / A discussion did there arise / Among those solons learned and wise, / About some lines by a new poet.
The author's name none did know it, / Poem was of Canadian snow / And how o'er it the blood did flow, / For it had then been swept by war / Where armies met in deadly jar.
But 'mong philosophers was boy / Of tender years now Scotland's joy, / He there did quickly quote each line / And author's name he did define, / Burns glanced at him with loving eyes, / Youth ever more that look did prize, / The happiest moment in his lot / Ever revered by Walter Scott.
Thus Scotlands greatest poets met, / And they did part with sad regret.