From Warren's twenty-second collection of catches, canons and glees.

The subject of the setting remains unidentified, but looks like genuine (!) or imitation Ossian.

Lyrics: Anon

Have you seen the virgin snow
That tops old Aran's peering brow?
Or lucid webby insect-spun
Purpureal gleam in summer sun?
With such yet far diviner light,
Malvina hits the dazzled sight.
The guerdon such, can Tudor's breast
Dare to court ignoble rest?
Have you bare on barren strand
Ta'en your solitary stand?
And seen the whirlwind spirit sped
O'er the dark green billowy bed?
Glowing in the thickest fight
Such resistless Tudor's might.