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.<br /><br />Martin Farquhar Tupper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edinburgh-3/
