Vain is his hope whose stay and trust is No-stretch a point to catch a plack; coin any whinstone hold, grindstone Learn three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces, Wi' weel-spread icoves, and lang wry faces; CONDEMN a' parties but your own; I'll warrant, then, ye're nae deceiver- Oh ye wha leave the springs o' Calvin, For guilie dubs of your ain delvin'! Ye sons of heresy and error, Ye'll some day squeel in quaking terror! When Vengeance draws the sword in wrath, When Ruin, with his sweeping besom, Just frets, till Heaven commission gies him : Still louder shrieks, and heavier groans! I thought them something like yoursel. Then patronise them wi' your favour, And your petitioner shall ever———— palms, long muddy almost foolish I had amaist said, ever pray, But that's a word I need na say: I'm baith dead sweer, and wretched ill o't; almost both, unwilling knows galling (Mr Hamilton) dozen comfortable Five bonnie lassies round their table, I will not wind a lang conclusion But whilst your wishes and endeavours Are blest with fortune's smiles and favours, But if (which powers above prevent !) 93 well great-grandchild By sad mistakes and black mischances, am, Your humble servant then no more; For who would humbly serve the poor? no more TO MR M'KENZIE. FRIDAY first's the day appointed And taste a swatch o' Manson's barrels I' the way of our profession. The Master and the Brotherhood For me I would be mair than proud If Death, then, wi' skaith, then, ROBERT BURNS. That Saturday you'il fecht him. MOSSGIEL, An. M. 5790. THE FAREWELL. The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer! To dearer selves, to the loved tender fair, To those whose bliss, whose being hangs upon him, THOMSON'S Edward and Eleanora. FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, A. faithful brother I have left, My Smith, my bosom frien'; Oh then befriend my Jean! What bursting anguish tears my heart! Wafts me from thee, dear shore! It rustles, and whistles I'll never see thee more! For lack o' thee I leave this much-loved shore, R. B.-Kyle. WRITTEN UN A BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE POEMS, PRESENTED TO ONCE fondly loved and still remembered dear: And when you read the simple artless rhymes, VERSES WRITTEN UNDER VIOLENT GRIEF. ACCEPT the gift a friend sincere Though 'twad my sorrows lessen. My morning raise sae clear and fair, You think I'm glad; oh, I pay weel In solitude-then, then I feel My deeply-ranklin' sorrow. Farewell! within thy bosom free A sigh may whyles awaken; would 80 sore have cannot sometimes A tear may wet thy laughin' ec, eye For Scotia's son,-ance gay like thee- once THE CALF. TO THE REV. MR JAMES STEVEN. RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true, For instance, there's yoursel' just now, A' KEN, an unco calf! And should some patron be so kind, I doubt nae, sir, but then we'll find And in your lug, most reverend James, And when ye're numbered wi' the dead, Wi' justice they may mark your head-- know, great ear bellow cattle Your bonnie face sae mild and sweet, His honest heart enamours, And faith ye'll no be lost a whit, Though waired on Willie Chalmers. Auld truth hersel' might swear ye're fair, And honour safely back her, And modesty assume your air, And ne'er a ane mistak' her: And sic twa love-inspiring cen I doubt na fortune may you shore And band upon his breastie; His lexicons and grammars; bridle, much also, collar panting sometimes, over stupid not, well-known no 50 spent one such two, eyes no offer prim, powdered |