Addenda. ODE ON THE DEPARTED REGENCY BILL (MARCH, 1789). DAUGHTER of chaos' doting years, On the roaring civil storm, Among the demons of the earth, The mountains shake, Thou mourn thy ill-starr'd blighted birth; Where seeds of future being fight, To greet thy mother, Ancient Night, By a generous Prince's wrongs, (Their hell abhorred,) By all they hope, by all they fear, Stare not on me, thou ghastly Power! No Babel-structure would I build Where, order exiled from his native sway, Confusion may the Regent-sceptre wield, While all would rule and none obey: Go, to the world of Man relate Paint Charles's speed on wings of fire, 50 Beyond his boldest hopes, at hand: Paint all the triumph of the Portland Band; And who are these that equally rejoice? 60 Jews, Gentiles, what a motley crew! The iron tears their flinty cheeks bedew ; 40 30 A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock. See how unfurled the parchment ensigns fly, Then next pourtray a dark'ning twilight gloom, Gaping with giddy terror o'er the brow; 543 In vain he struggles, the fates behind him press, Again pronounce the powerful word; See Day, triumphant from the night, restored. Then know this truth, ye Sons of Men! Your darkest terrors may be vain, 70 A NEW PSALM FOR THE CHAPEL OF KILMARNOCK. (ON THE THANKSGIVING-DAY FOR HIS MAJESTY'S RECOVERY.) O SING a new Song to the Lord; Make, all and every one, A joyful noise, even for the King The sons of Belial in the land Did set their heads together; Come, let us sweep them off, said they, They set their heads together, I say, Thou madest strong two chosen ones, And him, among the princes chief The Judge that's mighty in thy law, The man that fears thy name. Yet they, even they, with all their strength Even as two howling ravenous wolves To dogs do turn their tail. The ungodly o'er the just prevailed, That thou might'st greater glory give And now thou hast restored our State, For she by tribulations Is now brought very low. Consume that high place Patronage From off thy holy hill, And in thy fury burn the book Now hear our prayer, accept our song, We seek but little, Lord, from thee- EPIGRAM ON THE ROADS BETWEEN KILMARNOCK AND STEWARTON. I'm now arrived, thanks to the gods! And tho' I'm not with scripture crammed, That heedless sinners shall be damned SYLVANDER TO CLARINDA. EXTEMPORE REPLY ΤΟ HER VERSES ENTITLED On Burns saying he had nothing else to do.' WHEN dear Clarinda, matchless fair, Love from Clarinda's heavenly eyes That heart, already more than lost, To meet that frown, he shrunk to do. His pangs the bard refused to own, Tho' half he wished Clarinda knew; T 10 |