Sheep-washing. The Resting-place Methinks 't were no unprecedented feat 295 296 298 THE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains To see how things are made and managed there. O'er Limbo Lake with aëry flight to steer, Such animation often do I find, Power in my breast, wings growing in my mind, Some barrier with which Nature, from the birth Such happy fields, abodes so calm as thine; II. AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS. 1803. SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH. I SHIVER, Spirit fierce and bold, So sadness comes from out the mould Where Burns is laid. And have I then thy bones so near, And both my wishes and my fear Off weight, nor press on weight! — away To him, and aught that hides his clay Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth Doth glorify its humble birth With matchless beams. The piercing eye, the thoughtful brow, Slept, with the obscurest, in the low I mourned with thousands, but as one |