• Of these am I-Coila my name; And this district as mine I claim, • Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame, Held ruling pow'r:

I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame,

• 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 mantl'd earth • Warm cherish'd ev'ry flow'ret's birth, And joy and music pouring forth

• In ev'ry grove,

• I saw thee eye the gen'ral mirth

• With boundless love.

• When

• When ripen'd fields, and azure skies, • Call'd forth the reaper's rustling noise, I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys,

And lonely stalk,

To vent thy bosom's swelling rise

In pensive walk.

• When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, • Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along,

• Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,

Th' adored Name,

• I taught thee how to pour in song,

To sooth 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, The loves, the ways of simple swains, 'Till now, o'er all my wide domains

Thy fame extends; And some, the pride of Coila's plains,

Become thy friends.

• Thou

• Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape glow; 'Or wake the bosom melting throe,

• With Shenstone's art;

Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow . Warm on the heart.

< Yet all beneath th' unrivall'd rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows:

'Tho' large the forest's monarch throws His army shade,

• Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,

• Adown the glade.

• Then never murmur or 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

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.

鬼

ADDRESS

ADDRESS

TO THE

UNCO GUID,

OR THE

RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS.

My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:

The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;
So ne'er a fellow-creature slight

For random fits o' daffin.

SOLOMON.-Eccles. ch. vii. ver. 16.

I.

O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,

Sae pious and sae holy,

Ye've nought to do but mark and tell

Your neebour's faults and folly!

VOL. III.

I

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