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My dear and much honoured Friend,

MRS. DUNLOP, 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.

Dearly bought the hidden treasure,

Finer feelings can bestow;

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,
Thrill the deepest notes of woe,

A Verse

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

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!

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!