Burns And Scott In Edinburgh.

When Burns did make triumphant entry             'Mong Edina's famous gentry,             A discussion did there arise             Among those solons learned and wise,             About some lines by a new poet.             The author's name none did know it,             Poem was of Canadian snow             And how o'er it the blood did flow,             For it had then been swept by war             Where armies met in deadly jar.             But 'mong philosophers was boy             Of tender years now Scotland's joy,             He there did quickly quote each line             And author's name he did define,             Burns glanced at him with loving eyes,             Youth ever more that look did prize,             The happiest moment in his lot             Ever revered by Walter Scott.             Thus Scotlands greatest poets met,             And they did part with sad regret.