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To the Publisher.
WERE I A KING, MY BLACKWOOD, I WOULD RAISE
ON HIGH A PARIAN STATUE TO THY FAME,
RIGHT AT DUNEDIN'S CROSS. THERE MEN SHOULD GAZE,
AND WITH THEIR JUST AND HONOURABLE PRAISE
SHOULD CONSECRATE THY MEMORABLE NAME.
AND YET SUCH TOIL WERE VAIN. FOR IN THE PAGE
OF THINE OWN MAGAZINE SHALL IT GO DOWN
TO DISTANT GENERATIONS. MANY AN AGE,
FAR IN THE WOMB OF TIME, THY BROWS SHALL CROWN
WITH LEAVES OF DEATHLESS LAUREL. GAY AND SAGE,
AND YOUNG AND OLD, AND MAID, AND MATRON HOAR,
DO COUNT UPON THEIR FINGERS THROUGH THE LAND,
AND WHEN THE TWENTIETH OF THE MOON'S AT HAND,
ONE BREATHLESS HUSH EXPECTANT REIGNS FROM SHORE TO SHORE.
James Hogg.
ON HIGH A PARIAN STATUE TO THY FAME,
RIGHT AT DUNEDIN'S CROSS. THERE MEN SHOULD GAZE,
AND WITH THEIR JUST AND HONOURABLE PRAISE
SHOULD CONSECRATE THY MEMORABLE NAME.
AND YET SUCH TOIL WERE VAIN. FOR IN THE PAGE
OF THINE OWN MAGAZINE SHALL IT GO DOWN
TO DISTANT GENERATIONS. MANY AN AGE,
FAR IN THE WOMB OF TIME, THY BROWS SHALL CROWN
WITH LEAVES OF DEATHLESS LAUREL. GAY AND SAGE,
AND YOUNG AND OLD, AND MAID, AND MATRON HOAR,
DO COUNT UPON THEIR FINGERS THROUGH THE LAND,
AND WHEN THE TWENTIETH OF THE MOON'S AT HAND,
ONE BREATHLESS HUSH EXPECTANT REIGNS FROM SHORE TO SHORE.
James Hogg.