The pilgrim views on Lothian’s eastern shore, (Whose fields are waving far with golden grain,) Like giant’s fabled tower, sublimely hoar, The Bass, majestic, rising from the main: Here ocean’s waves usurp the rural scene, And the blue waters gird the mountain’s zone, Where spread of yore the verdant blooming plain, As sage geologists have deftly shewn, In times to topographic lore, alas! unknown.