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Unmark'd were all my hopes and fears, While Strephon whispers in her ears.
O jealousy! distracting guest !
An Ode to William Pultney, Esg.
Remote from liberty and truth,
Drank errour's poison'd springs. Taught by dark creeds and mystick law, Wrapt up in reverential awe,
I bow'd to priests and kings.
Soon reason dawn'd-with troubled sight,
Afflicted and afraid.
Along the dubious shade.
Restless I roam'd, when from afar
Sends forth a steady ray.
Locke spreads the realms of day. Now warm’d with noble Sidney's page, I pant with all the patriot’s rage ;
Now wrapt in Plato's dream, With More and Harrington around, I tread fair Freedom's magick ground,
And trace the flattering scheme.
But soon the beauteous vision flies,
Corruption's direful train:
And senates, slaves to gain.
On some immortal plan;
Of-empire and of man.
What though the good, the brave, the wise,
To break the eternal doom !
Yet perish'd fated Rome.
On Gallia’s smiling shores ;
While rapine wastes her stores.
Yet glorious is the great design,
To prop a nation's frame.
Shall tell the patriot's name.
Soutra. Med Lothian. — 1748
Logan is accused of having purloined certain Poems from
the manuscript of poor Michael Bruce, and published them as his own. The best pieces in his volume, are, however, indisputably his own.
“ Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream!
" When first on them I met my lover; « Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream!
“ When now thy waves his body cover! “ For ever now, O Yarrow stream!
“ Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; “ For never on thy banks shall I
“ Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow.
“ He promised me a milk-white steed,
“ To bear me to his father's bowers; “ He promised me a little page,
•-6 To ’squire me to his father's towers; “ He promised me a wedding-ring,
“ The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow ;“ Now he is wedded to his grave,
“ Alas, his watery grave in Yarrow!
“ Sweet were his words when last we met;
« My passion I as freely told him! “ Clasp'd in his arms, I little thought
« That I should never more behold him! « Scarce was he gone, I saw his ghost;
« It vanish'd with a shriek of sorrow; • Thrice did the water-wraith ascend,
" And gave a doleful groan through Yarrow.
“ His mother from the window look’d,
“ With all the longing of a mother ; “ His little sister weeping walk'd
- The green-wood path, to meet her brother. “ They sought him east, they sought him west,
“ They sought him all the forest thorough; “ They only saw the cloud of night,
“ They only heard the roar of Yarrow.