ANNUAL REGISTER, 1803. 
CADYOW CASTLE, 
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady wits Hamilton. 
By Watrer Scort. 
HEN princely Hamilton’s abode 
Ennobled Cadyaw’s gothic towers, 
The song went round, the goblet flow’d, 
And revel sped the laughing hours. 
Then, thrilling to the harp’s gay sound, 
So sweetly rung each vaulted wall, 
And echoed light the dancer’s bound, 
As mirth and music cheer’d the hall. 
But Cadyow’s towers, in ruins laid, 
And yaults by ivy mantled o’er, 
Thrill to the music of the shade, 
Or echo Evan’s hoarser roar. 
Yet still of Cadyow’s faded fame, 
You bid me tell a minstrel tale, 
And tune my harp of Border frame, 
On the wile banks of Evandale. 
For thou from scenes of courtly pride, 
From Pleasure’s lighter scenes canst turn, 
To draw Oblivion’s pall aside, , 
And mark the long-forgotten urn. 
Then, noble maid! at thy command, 
Again the crumbled walls shall rise ; 
Lo! as on Evan’s banks we stand, 
_ The past returns—the present flies. 
Where with the rock’s wood-cover'd side, 
Where blended late the ruins green, 
Rise turrets in fantastic pride, 
And feudal banners flaunt between : 
Where the rude torrents’ brawling course 
Was shagg’d with thorn and tangling sloe, 
The ashler buttress braves its force, _ 
And ramparts frown. in battled row. 
Tis 
