Some soothe the lab'rer's weary toil, And make his cottage scenes beguile 66 Some, bounded to a district space, Of rustic Bard; And careful note each op'ning grace, A guide and guard. "Of these am I-Coila my name; I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame, Thy natal hour. "With future hope, I oft would gaze, Fond, on thy little early ways, Thy rudely caroll'd, chiming phrase, In uncouth rhymes, Fir'd at the simple, artless lays Of other times. "I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Delighted with the dashing roar ; Or when the north his fleecy store Drove thro' the sky, I saw grim nature's visage hoar Struck thy young eye. "Or when the deep green mantled earth Warm cherish'd every flow'ret's birth, * Of Loudon, for long time hereditary sheriffs of Ayrshire. H. And joy and music pouring forth In every grove, I saw thee eye the gen'ral mirth With boundless love. "When ripen'd fields, and azure skies, And lonely stalk, To vent thy bosom's swelling rise In pensive walk. "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame.* "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way, Misled by Fancy's meteor ray, By Passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven. "I taught thy manners-painting strains, Thy fame extends; *This and the four preceding stanzas are quoted by Mackenzie in his notice of Burns, inserted in the Lounger, No. 97, as displaying in a remarkable degree "a high tone of feeling, a power and energy of expression, particularly and strongly characteristic of the mind and the voice of the poet. Of strains like the above, solemn and sublime, with that rapt and inspired melancholy in which the poet lifts his eye' above this visible diurnal sphere,' the poems entitled, Despondency,' the 'Lament,' 'Winter a Dirge,' and the Invocation to Ruin,' afford no less striking examples."-M. And some, the pride of Coila's plains, "Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape glow; Or wake the bosom-melting throe, Or pour, With Shenstone's art; with Gray, the moving flow "Yet all beneath th' unrivall'd rose, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows, “Then never murmur nor repine ; Strive in thy humble sphere to shine; And trust me, not Potosi's mine, Nor kings' regard, Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, A rustic Bard. "To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; Preserve the Dignity of Man, With soul erect: And trust, the Universal Plan Will all protect. "And wear thou this"-she solemn said, And bound the Holly round my head; The polish'd leaves, and berries red, Did rustling play; And, like a passing thought, she fled In light away. ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID,* OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS. My son, these maxims make a rule, The Rigid Wise anither; The cleanest corn that e'er was dight For random fits o' daffin. SOLOMON.-Eccles. ch. vii. ver. 10. YE wha are sae guid yoursel, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell The heapet happer's ebbing still, And still the clap plays clatter. Hear me, ye venerable core, As Counsel for poor mortals, I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes, * Burns has written more from his own heart and his own feelings than any other poet, of which this poem is an instance. With the secret fountains of passion in the human soul he was well acquainted, and deeply versed in their mysteries. The two last verses are above all praise.-H. Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. Ye see your state wi' theirs compar'd, And shudder at the niffer, But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ ; Discount what scant occasion gave And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Think, when your castigated pulse Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; See social life and glee sit down, O would they stay to calculate Th' eternal consequences; Or your more dreaded hell to state, Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Before ye gie poor frailty names, But, let me whisper i' your lug, |