My nation’s spirit is my Queen <br />She rules majestic, evergreen <br />Caledonia’s voice for whom I sing <br />Immortal muse, my verses bring! <br /> <br />Oft at the dawn I’d pensive stray <br />To while some laden cares away <br />Far, far from the city throng <br />I’d hear your voice in votive song <br /> <br />Some lilting air of ethereal grace <br />Soft and gentle from a distant place <br />Like perfume carried on the breeze <br />Hypnotic, dancing thru the trees <br /> <br />I almost feel and touch your form <br />A ghostly spirit before the storm <br />You deck with flowers the sultry wild <br />You dream of a nation reconciled: <br /> <br />Exiled from their hearts and mind <br />You call to them who walk behind <br />Blind they sleepwalk through the snows <br />Unseen, your tears are soft repose <br /> <br />Your bard’s great work we celebrate <br />Grey silver backs inebriate: <br />The work of Burns shall be done <br />When Caledonia's FREEDOM's won. <br /> <br />Three hundred years in slumber deep <br />The SOUL of FREEDOM no more shall sleep <br />Tear the chains of bondage loose <br />Arise Great Spirit, Caledonia’s MUSE!<br /><br />Patrick Scott Hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caledonia-s-muse/
