Thou hast been just, glad Mother of great Sons- br To such high memories generous and just; br For everywhere the consecrated dust br Of those thy world-beloved and glorious ones br Hath honour in thy fair palatial streets, br Grateful Edina! - for the tourist greets br With sympathetic tenderness and praise br The noble tropies of thy children's fame br Thy love hath raised to them - and yet will raise; br Ramsay, and Wilsom, and each other name br Rising successive to the starry ranks br Of those we constellate with Scott and Burns, br After their labours win such blest returns br In this Valhalla of a Nation's thanks.