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• When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, * Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, • Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,
• The adored Name, "I taught thee how to pour in song,
• To sooth thy Aame.
• I saw thy pulse's maddening play, • Wild send thee pleasure's devious way, * Misled by fancy's meteor ray,
By passion driven ; • But yet the light that led astray
Was light from heaven.
'I taught thy manners-painting strains, • The loves, the ways of simple swains, * Till now, o'er all my wide domains
• Thy fame extends : * And some, the pride of Coila's plains,
• Become thy friends.
• Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, • To paint with Thomson's landscape-glow; • Or wake the bosom-melting throe,
• With Shenstone's art; Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow
· Warm on the heart,
Yet all beneath the unrivall'd rose, * The lowly daisy sweetly blows; “Tho' large the forest's monarch throwe
Uis army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,
* Adown the glade.
Then never murmur nor repine ; • Strive in thy humble sphere to shine; . And trust me, not Potosi's mine,
‘Nor king's regard, Can give a bliss o’ermatching thine,
"A rustic Bard.
"To give my counsels all in one, “Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; Preserve the Dignity of Man,
« With soul erect; * And trust, the Universal Plan
• Will all protect.
• And wear thou this'-she solemn said, And bound the Holly round my head: The polish'd leaves, and berries red,
Did rustling play ; And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID,
My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Wise anither:
May hae some pyles o caffin;
Solomon.-Eccles. eh, vii. ver. 16.
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Your neebour's faults and folly!
Supply'd wi' store o'water,
And still the clap plays clatter.
As counsel for poor mortals,
For glaikit Folly's portals ;
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.
And shudder at the niffer,
What makes the mighty differ;
That purity ye pride in,
Your better art o’hiding.
Gies now and then a wallop,
That still eternal gallop:
Right on ye scud your sea-way;
It maks an unco leeway.
All joyous and unthinking,
Debauchery and drinking:
The eternal consequences;
D-mnation of expenses !
Ty'd up in godly laces,
Suppose a change o'cases ;
A reacherous inclination
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
Still gentler sister woman;
To step aside is human:
The moving why they do it :
How far perhaps they rue it.
Decidedly can try us,
Each spring, its various bias :
We never can adjust it;
But know not what's resisted,