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Edina! Scotia's darling seat! / All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, / Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, / Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: / From marking wildly scatt'red flow'rs, / As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, / And singing, lone, the lingering hours, / I shelter in they honour'd shade.
Here Wealth still swells the golden tide, / As busy Trade his labours plies; / There Architecture's noble pride / Bids elegance and splendour rise: / Here Justice, from her native skies, / High wields her balance and her rod; / There Learning, with his eagle eyes, / Seeks Science in her coy abode.