BEATTIE. <br /> <br /> <br />Sweet minstrel! from thy hermit's cell <br />Rich strains of sacred truth are flowing, <br />The haughty sceptic's pride to quell; <br />Thy harp is tuned to numbers glowing. <br /> <br />BLAIR. <br /> <br /> <br />Bard of the grave; o'er death's domain <br />Thy awful muse for ever hovers, <br />Chaunting in sad and solemn strain <br />Each ghastly scene she there discovers. <br /> <br />CAMPBELL. <br /> <br /> <br />Poet of hope, of love, and woe, <br />Of thought refined, and tender feeling, <br />Thy notes of love-sad, sweet, and low, <br />Swell high when Poland's wrongs revealing. <br /> <br />CUNNINGHAME. <br /> <br /> <br />O weird and wild in legend old, <br />In dark tradition! dim and hoary- <br />Thy witching muse doth revel hold <br />In magic, song, and haunted story. <br /> <br />BURNS. <br /> <br /> <br />True child of nature, heir of fame, <br />On thy true heart the muse's altar <br />Burned high-the poet's, patriot's flame, <br />A fire unknown to fail or falter. <br /> <br />HOGG. <br /> <br /> <br />On Ettrick's banks, her Doric lays <br />The shepherd's Muse sat sweetly singing, <br />Till Scotia's raptured meed of praise <br />O'er all her hills and glens was ringing. <br /> <br />SCOTT. <br /> <br /> <br />He sung of feudal halls and towers, <br />Of knights and chiefs, in olden story; <br />Of beauteous dames in tapestried bowers; <br />High chivalry and deeds of glory. <br /> <br /> <br />The heaven of song is studded o'er <br />With puny twinklers, faintly gleaming; <br />But these shall shine for evermore, <br />Bright in their native radiance beaming.<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seven-stars-a-constellation-of-scottish-poets/
