Laudator Temporis Acti

Some verses by Donatus of Fiesole, in Ludwig Traube, ed., Poetarum Latinorum Medii Aevi, vol. III (Berlin: Weidmann, 1896), p. 691 (tr. Ossianic Society):

Far westward lies an isle of ancient fame,
By nature blessed and Scotia is her name.
An island rich; exhaustless is her store
Of veiny silver and of golden ore.
Her fruitful soil forever teems with wealth,
With gems her water and her air with health.
Her verdant fields with milk and honey flow,
Her woolly fleeces vie with virgin snow;
Her waving furrows float with bearded corn,
And arms and arts her envied sons adorn.
No savage bear with ruthless fury roves,
Nor ravening lion through her sacred groves;
No poison there infects, no scaly snake
Creeps through the grass, nor frog annoys the lake;
An island worthy of its pious race,
In war triumphant, and unmatched in peace.

Finibus occiduis describitur optima tellus
    nomine et antiquis Scottia scripta libris.
dives opum, argenti, gemmarum, vestis et auri,
    commoda corporibus, aere, putre solo.
melle fluit pulchris et lacte Scottia campis,
    vestibus atque armis, frugibus, arte, viris.
ursorum rabies nulla est ibi, saeva leonum
    semina nec umquam Scottica terra tulit.
nulla venena nocent nec serpens serpit in herba
    nec conquesta canit garrula rana lacu.
in qua Scottorum gentes habitare merentur,
    inclita gens hominum milite, pace, fide.

Also in D.N. Kissane, "Uita Metrica Sanctae Brigidae: A Critical Edition with Introduction, Commentary and Indexes," Proceedings of the Royal Irish Academy: Archaeology, Culture, History, Literature 77 (1977) 57-192 (at 83, lines 125-135), whence these notes: