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The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant-echoing glens reply:
Was rushing by the ruin'd was,
Whase distant roaring swells and fa's :
Her lights, wi' hizzing eerie din ;
Like fortune's favours, tint as win :
And, by the moon-beam, shook, to set
Attir'd as minstrels wont to be.
His darin look bad daunted me;
The sacred posy--Libertie!
Might rous’d the slumb'ring dead to hear;
As ever met a Briton's ear!
He, weeping, wail'd his latter times ;
I winga ventur't in my rhymes.
ADDRESS TO A LADY.
On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee.
Around thee blaw, around the blaw,
Thy bield should be my bosom,
To share ita', to share it al.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there.
Wi' thee to reign, wil thee to reign,
Wad be my queen, wad be my queen,
Written on the 25th of January, 1793,
ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE AUTHOR.
ON HEARING A THRUSH SING IN A MORNING WALK.
on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain ;
See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
Sits meek Content, with light unanxious heart,
Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part,
Thou, whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies,
Riches denied, thy boon of purer joys, What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come, thou child of poverty and care, Thę mite high Heav'n bestow'd, that wite with thee
HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER.
THOU, wha in the heav'ns dost dwell,
A’for thy glory,
They've done afore thee ! *
For gifts an? grace,
To a' this place.
For broken laws,
Thro' Adam's cause.
Iő burnin' lake,
Chain'd to a stake.
• This is highly characteristic of the sevtiments and disposi. tions of many ignorant Bigots, who have a zeal for God, (as they imagine,) but not according to knowledge ;' and the author here, as also in his Holy Fair, and several other pieces, exercises lsis ingenious talent of satire to expose their ignorance and hypocrisy.
Farther to confirm the reality of this pharisaical character, it may be worthy of observation, in this place, that the Rev. Ģeoige Whitfield, in one of his visits to Scotland, was solemnly reprobated by the Seceders, because he refused to confine his itinerant labours wholly to them. The reason assigned for this monopoly was, that they were EXCLUSIVELY God's peo, le! Mr. Wbit. field smartly replied, that they had, therefore, the less need of his services; for his aim was to turn sinners from the error and wickedness of their ways, by preaching among them glad tidings of great joy.
Yet I am here a chosen sample,
Strong as a rock,
To a' thy flock.
Wi' great an' sma';
Frae frae them a'.
Vile self gets in ;
Defil'd in sin.
To my dishonour;
Again upon her.
When I came near her,
Wad ne'er hae steer'd her. May be thou lets this fleshy thorn Beset thy servant e'en and morn, Lest he owre high and proud shou'd turn,
Cause he's sae gifted ;
Until thou lift it.
And blast their name, 'ba bring thy elders to disgrace
An' public shame. -d, mind GM-OH-m-n's deserts, e drinks, an' swears, an' plays at carts, et has sae mony takin' arts,
Wi' grit an sma', rae G-d's aio priest the people's hearts
He steals awa. 'n' whan we chasten'd him therefore, 'hou keps how he bred sic a splore, is sat the world fu' in a roar
O’laughin' at us; Curse thou his basket and his store,
Kail an' potatoes. d, hear my earnest cry an' pray'r, \gainst that presbytry o' Ayr; Thy strong right hand, L-d, make it bare,
Upo' their heads; 4-d, weigb it down, and dinna spare,
For their misdeeds. OL-d my G-d, that glib-tongu'd A-k-n, My vera heart and saul are quakin', To think how we sat sweetin', shakin',
An' p-d wi' dread, While he wi' hangin' lip and snakin',
Held up his head. 1-d, in the day of vengeance try him, 1-d, visit them wha did employ him, An' pass not in tby mercy by 'em,
Nor hear their pray'r; Bu for thy people's sake destroy 'em,
And dinna spaje.
Excell'd by nane,