But please transmit the enclosed letter,

Igo, & ago,
Which will oblige your humble debtor.

Iram, coram, dago.

So may ye hae auld stanes in store,

Igo, & ago, The very stanes that Adam bore.

Iram, coram, dago.

So may ye get in glad possession,

Igo, & ago, The coins o' Satan's coronation !

Iram, coram, dago.

TO ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ.

OF FINTRY,

ON RECEIVING A FAVOUR.

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I call no goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns ;
Friend of my life ! my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,
For boons accorded, goodness ever new,
The gift still dearer, as the giver you.

Thou orb of day! thou other paler light!
And all ye many sparkling stars of night;
If aught that giver from my mind efface;
If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace ;
Then roll to me, along your wandering spheres,
Only to number out a villain's years!

EPITAPH ON A FRIEND.

An honest man here lies at rest,
As e'er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth :
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss ;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

A GRACE BEFORE DINNER.

O TROU, who kindly dost provide

For every creature's want!
We bless thee, God of Nature wide,

For all thy goodness lent:
And, if it please thee, Heavenly Guide,

May never worse be sent ;
But whether granted, or denied,
Lord, bless us with content!

Amen!

To my dear and much honour'd Friend, Mrs. Dunlops

of Dunlop

ON SENSIBILITY.

SENSIBILITY, how charming,

Thou, my friend, canst truly tell; But distress with horrors arming,

Thou hast also known too well!

Fairest flower, behold the lily,

Blooming in the sunny ray:
Let the blast sweep o'er the valley,

See it prostrate on the clay.

Hear the wood-lark charm the forest,

Telling o'er his little joys : Hapless bird ! a prey the surest,

To each pirate of the skies.

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Dearly bought the hidden treasure,

Finer feelings can bestow
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,

Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

A VERSE composed and repeated by Burns to the

Master of the House, on taking leave, at a Place in the Highlands, where he had been hospitably entertained.

When death's dark stream I ferry o'er,

A time that surely shall come; In Heaven itself, I'll ask no more,

Than just a highland welcome.

FAREWELL TO AYRSHIRE.

Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure,

Scenes that former thoughts renew, Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure,

Now a sad and last adieu !

Bonny Doon, sae sweet and gloamin,

Fare thee weel before I gang! Bonny Doon, whare, early roaming,

First I weav'd the rustic sang !

Bowers, adieu, whare Love, decoying,

First inthrall'd this heart o' mine, There the saftest sweets enjoying,

Sweets that Mem'ry ne'er shall tyne !

Friends, so near my bosom ever,

Ye hae render'd moments dear; But, alas ! when forc'd to sever, Then the stroke, o, how severe !

Friends ! that parting tear reserve it,

Tho’’tis doubly dear to me! Could I think I did deserve it,

How much happier would I be!

Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure,

Scenes that former thoughts renew, Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure,

Now a sad and last adieu !