"Urit te Glycerae nitor, Urit grata protervitas, Et vultus nimium lubricus aspici.

I am inclined to think that it was on this day he composed the following Ode upon the Isle of Sky, which a few days afterwards he shewed me at Rasay: ODA, Ponti profundis clausa recessibus, Strepens procellis, rupibus obsita, Quam grata defesso virentem Skia sinum nebulosa pandis.

"Ornabat pietas et grata modestia vatem," wrote his brother Gabriel, "Sancta fides, dictique memor, munitaque recto Justitia, et nullo patientia victa labore, Et constans virtus animi, et elementia mitis, Ambitione procul pulsa fastûsque tumore; Credere uti posses natum felicibus horis, Felici fulgente astro

Ponti profundis clausa recessibus, Strepens procellis, rupibus obsita, Quam grata defesso virentem, Skia, sinum nebulosa pandis!