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What is a lordling's pomp?-a cur

Disguising of the wretch of huma Studied in arts of hell, in wickedne

O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil!

For whom my warmest wish to H Long may the hardy sons of rustic

Be blest with health, and peace, as And, O! may Heav'n their simple

From luxury's contagion, weak an Then, howe'er crowns and coronets

A virtuous populace may rise the And stand a wall of fire around thei

O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic t

That stream'd thro' Wallace's und Who dard to nobly stem tyrannic p

Or nobly die, the second glorious (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou a

His friend, inspirer, guardian, and O never, never Scotia's realm desert

But still the patriot, and the patri In bright succession rise, her ornam

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VERSES.

WRITTEN IN FRIAR'S-CARSE HERMITAGE, ON NITH-SIDE

Thou whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deck'd in silken stole,
Grave these counsels on thy soul –

Life is but a day at most,
Sprung from night, in darkness lost;
Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour,
Fear not clouds will always low'r.

As youth and love, with sprightly dance,
Beneath thy morning star advance,
Pleasure with her siren air
May delude the thoughtless pair;
Let prudence bless enjoyment's cup,
Then raptur'd sip, and sip it up.

As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's meridian flaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale ?
Life's proud summits wouldst thou scale ?
Check thy climbing step, elate,
Evils lurk in felon wait;
Dangers, eagle-pinion'd, bold,
Soar around each cliffy hold,
While cheerful peace, with linnet song,
Chants the lowly dells among.

As the shades of evening close, Beck’ning thee to long repose; As life itself becomes disease, Seek the chimney-neuk of ease; There ruminate with sober thought, On all thou'st seen, and heard, and wrought; And teach the sportive younkers round, Laws of experience, sage and sound. Say, Man's true, genuine estimate, The grand criterion of his fate, Is not, Art thou high or low? Did thy fortune ebb or flow? Did many talents gild thy span ? Or frugal nature grudge thee one ? Tell them, and press it on their mind, As thou thyself must shortly find, The smile or frown of awful Heav'n To virtue or to vice is giv'n. Say, to be just, and kind, and wise, There solid self-enjoyment lies; That foolish, selfish, faithless ways, Lead to the wretched, vile, and base.

Thus resign'd and quiet, creep
To the bed of lasting sleep ;
Sleep, whence thou shalt ne'er awake
Night where dawn shall never break,
Till future life, future no more,
To light and joy the good restore,
To light and joy unknown before !

Stranger, go! Heaven be thy guide' Quod the Beadsman of Nith-side

A PRAYER,

UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH.

O thou great Being! what thou art

Surpasses me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee

Are all thy works below.

Thy creature here before Thee stands,

All wretched and distrest ;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul

Obey thy high behest.

Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act

From cruelty or wrath!
O, free my weary eyes from tears,

Or, close them fast in death!

But if I must afflicted be,

To suit some wise design;
Then man my soul with firm resolves

To bear and not repine !

A PRAYER,

IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.

O THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause

Of all my hope and fear!
In whose dread presence, ere an hour,

Perhaps I must appear!

If I have wanderd in those paths

Of life I ought to shun;-
As something, loudly in my breast,

Remonstrates I have done ;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me

With passions wild and strong ; And list’ning to their witching voice

Has often led me wrong.

Where human weakness has come short,

Or frailty stept aside, Do Thou, All Good !- for such Thou art,

In shades of darkness hide.

Where with intention I have err'd,

No other plea I have,
But, Thou art good! and goodness still

Delighteth to forgive'

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