text:  Midst Cartlane crags thou showest the cave The refuge of thy champion brave; Giving each rock a storied tale Pouring a lay through every dale; Knitting as with a moral band Thy story to thy native land; Combining thus the interest high Which genius lends to beauty's eye!" But my lord the poet who conceived those beautiful lines has himself done more than all our ancestors' valour to immortalize the land of his birth; for he has united the interest of truth with the charms of fiction and peopled the realm not only with the shadows of time but the creations of genius