THE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear. Power in my breast, wings growing in my mind, 110 MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND. Then, when some rock or hill is overpast, -Then why these lingering steps?-A bright adieu. That winds into itself for sweet return. II. TO THE SONS OF BURNS, AFTER VISITING THE GRAVE OF THEIR FATHER. "The Poet's grave is in a corner of the churchyard. We looked at 'it with melancholy and painful reflections, repeating to each ' other his own verses "Is there a man whose judgment clear,' &c.' Extract from the Journal of my Fellow-traveller. 'MID crowded obelisks and urns I sought the untimely grave of Burns ; And more would grieve, but that it turns Through twilight shades of good and ill If ye would give the better will Its lawful sway. Hath Nature strung your nerves to bear The social hour-of tenfold care For honest men delight will take And of your Father's name will make Far from their noisy haunts retire, There seek the genius of your Sire, Or where, 'mid 'lonely heights and hows,' Bedewed with toil, While reapers strove, or busy ploughs His judgment with benignant ray Shall guide, his fancy cheer, your way; But ne'er to a seductive lay Let faith be given; Nor deem that 'light which leads astray, Is light from Heaven.' Let no mean hope your souls enslave; But be admonished by his grave, |