text:  Thro' the deep glen of Roslin--where arise Proud castle and chapelle of high St Clair And Scotland's prowess speaking--we had traced The mazy Esk by cavern'd Hawthornden Perch'd like an eagle's nest upon the cliffs And eloquent for aye with Drummond's song-- Through Melville's flowery glades--and down the park Of fair Dalkeith scaring the antler'd deer 'Neath the huge oaks of Morton and of Monk Whispering as stir their boughs the midnight winds