A fortress on a rock.

She bids, to mark the Eagle's flight,
Young Donald watch below,
While she will mount the craggy height,
And to his aerie go.

With filial hope her son, who knew
Her courage and her skill,
Watch'd to parental orders true,
Magnanimously still.

And now, his mother out of sight,
He fixt his piercing eye
On crags, that blaz'd in solar light,
Whence eagles us'd to fly.

He saw, as far as eye may ken,
A crag with blood defil'd,
And entering this aerial den
The Eagle and the child.

The boy, tho' trusting much in God,
With generous fear was fill'd;
Aware, that, if those crags she trod,
His mother might be kill'd.

His youthful mind was not aware
How nature may sustain
Life, guarded by maternal care