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When to the storm-historic Orcades The wanderer comes, he marvels to find there A stately palace, towering new and fair, Bedded in flowers, though unbanked by trees, A feudal dream uprisen from the seas: And when his wonder asks,--Whose magic rare Hath wrought this bright creation?--men reply, Balfour's of Balfour: large in mind and heart, Not only doth his duteous care reclaim All Shapinshay to new fertility, But to his brother men a brother's part Doing, in always doing good,--his fame Is to have raised an Orcade Arcady, Rich in gems of Nature as of Art.