THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life wherever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their guilty lore! Nor from the seat of Scornful Pride Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD. That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below. But he whose blossom buds in guilt For why? that GOD the good adore Hath giv'n them peace and rest; But hath decreed that wicked men Shall ne'er be truly blest. ΤΟ RUIN. I. ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, I see each aimed dart; Then low'ring, and pouring, TO RUIN. II. And thou grim Pow'r, by life abhorr'd, No fear more, no tear more, To stain my lifeless face, A TOAST. At a meeting of the Dumfriesshire Volunteers, held -to commemorate the anniversary of Rodney's Victory, April 12th 1782, BURNS was called upon for a Song, instead of which he delivered the following lines extempore. INSTEAD of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast, Here's the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost: That we lost, did I say nay, by heav'n that we found, VOL. I. ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR, Between the Duke of Argyle, and the Earl of Mar. "O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? the Sherra-muir, Or were ye at t le see, man ?? And did the battle I saw the battle sair an teugh, And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh, 9. in tartan duds, Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man. The red-coat lads wi' black cockades |