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While Autumn, benefactor kind,
By Tweed erects his aged head,
Each creature on his bounty fed ;
While maniac Winter rages o'er
The hills whence classic Yarrow flows,
Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows:
So long, sweet poet of the year,
Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won; While Scotia, with exulting tear,
Proclaims that Thomson was her son !
FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER.
Oye, whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend; Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend.
The pitying heart that felt for human wo;
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe,
“For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side."
FOR R. A., ESQ.
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
ON A FRIEND.
An honest man here lies at rest,
A BARD'S EPITAPH.
Is there a whim-inspir’d fool,
Let him draw near:
And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.
'Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng,
O, pass not by! But, with a frater-feeling strong,
Here heave a sigh.
Is there a man whose judgment clear,
Wild as the wave;
Survey this grave.
The poor inhabitant below
And softer flame;
And stain'd his name!
Reader, attend — whether thy soul
In low pursuit;
Is wisdom's root
ON THE BIRTH OF A POSTHUMOUS CHILD, BORN IN
PECULIAR CIRCUMSTANCES OF FAMILY DISTRESS.
SWEET flowret, pledge of meikle love,
And ward o' monie a pray'r,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair!
November hirples o'er the lea,
Chill on thy lovely form;
Should shield thee frae the storm.
May He who gives the rain to pour,
And wings the blast to blaw,
The bitter frost and snaw !
May He, the friend of wo and want,
Who heals life's various stounds,
And heal her cruel wounds.
But late she flourish’d, rooted fast,
Fair on the summer morn;
Unshelter'd and forlorn.
Blest be thy bloom, thou lovely gem,
Unscath’d by ruffian hand;
ON SCARING SOME WATER-FOWL IN LOCH TURIT, A WILD
SCENE AMONG THE HILLS OF OUGATERTYRE.
Why, ye tenants of the lake,
Conscious, blushing for our race,
The eagle from the cliffy brow,