VI.

Sons of England!--Sons of Erin! Ye who, journeying from afar, Throng with us the shire of Coila, Led by Burns's guiding star-- Proud we greet you--ye will join us, As, on this triumphant day, To the champions of his genius Grateful thanks we duly pay-- Currie--Chambers--Lockhart--Wilson-- Carlyle--who his bones to save From the wolfish fiend, Detraction, Couch'd like lions round his grave.