John Wilson, Scotish Descriptive Poems — Clyde… (1803)
“ Round Rothsay's towers the morning sun-beams play, That, like her chief, superior and serene, Smiles o'er the murmurs of the curling main: Mid groves with undiminished verdure gay, She mocks the waves, and laughs the storms away; And bids her Brandons, mid the ranks of fame, Aspiring rise, and claim a nation's name ”
