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Still the blackbird will sing on the thorn,
But the lowly lodg'd swain,
As he scatters his grain,
Well a well a day,
Well a well a day!
WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST.
Whom the fates sever
Parted for ever?
Sounds the far billow,
Under the willow.
There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are laving;
Scarce are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never, O never.
He, the deceiver,
Ruin, and leave her?
Borne down by the flying,
With groans of the dying.
O’er the false-hearted;
Ere life be parted.
By his grave ever ;
Never, O never.
THE BEGGAR BOY.
Daughters of charity, sons of humanity,
No care nurs'd my growing years,
Daughters of charity, &c.
Daughters of charity, &c. *
* The force of the appeals to our sensibility contained in this little piece, may, perhaps, be most strikingly illustrated by the following most remarkable philippic of Burns against poverty.“O Poverty! thou half-sister of death, thou cousin-german of hell! where shall I find force of execration equal to the amplitude of thy demerits ? Oppressed by thee, the venerable ancient, grown hoary in the practice of every virtue, laden with years and wretchedness, implores a little little aid to support his existence, from a stony-hearted son of Mammon, whose sun of prosperity never knew a cloud; and is by him denied and insulted. Oppressed by thee, the man of sentiment, whose heart glows with independence, and melts with sensibility, inly pines under the neglect, or writhes in bitterness of soul under the contumely of arrogant, unfeeling wealth. Oppressed by thee, the son of genius, whose ill-starred ambition plants him at the tables of the fashionable and polite, must see in suffering silence his remark neglected, and his person despised, while shallow greatness, in his idiot attempts at wit, shall meet with countenance and applause. Nor is it only the family of worth that have reason to complain of thee: the children of folly and vice, though in common with thee the offspring of evil, smart equally under thy rod. Owing to thee, the man of unfortunate disposition and neglected education, is condemned as a fool for his dissipation, despised and shunned as a needy wretch, when his follies as usual bring him to want ; and when his unprincipled necessities drive him to dishonest practices, he is abhorred as a miscreant, and perishes by the justice
Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful festive night;
Presided o'er the sons of light;
Which none but craftsmen ever saw !
Those happy scenes when far awa.
May freedom, harmony, and love,
Ünite you in the grand design,
The glorious Architect Divine !
of his country. But far otherwise is the lot of the man of family and fortune. His early follies and extravagance are spirit and fire; his consequent wants are the embarrassinents of an honest fellow; and when, to remedy the matter, he has gained a legal commission to plunder distant provinces, or massacre peaceful nations, he returns, perhaps, laden with the spoils of rapine and murder; lives wicked and respected, and dies a ******* and a lord.”
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law, Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa. And you farewell! whose merits claim,
Justly, that highest badge to wear, Heav'n bless your honourd, noble name,
To masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that's far awa.
To the purpling east:
And steel'd each hero's breast.
Echo'd round the field. Deathful see their eye-balls glare! See the nerves of battle bare ! Arrowy tempests cloud the air,
And glance from ev'ry shield.