PIECES DOUBTFULLY ATTRIBUTED TO BURNS. THE HERMIT. WRITTEN ON A MARBLE SIDEBOARD, IN THE HERMITAGE BELONGING TO THE DUKE OF ATHOLE, IN THE WOOD OF ABERFELDY. WHOE'ER thou art, these lines now reading, This desert drear; That fell remorse a conscience bleeding No thought of guilt my bosom sours; The arch-fiend's dearest, darkest powers, I saw mankind with vice incrusted; THE HERMIT. That few for aught but folly lusted; And hither came, with men disgusted, In this lone cave, in garments lowly, And brow-bent gloomy melancholy, My life, and in my office holy Consume the day. 315 This rock my shield, when storms are blowing, But few enjoy the calm I know in Content and comfort bless me more in Each night and morn with voice imploring, "Let me, O Lord! from life retire, Unknown each guilty worldly fire, Remorse's throb, or loose desire ; And when I die, Let me in this belief expire To God I fly." Stranger, if full of youth and riot, But if thou hast good cause to sigh at If thou hast known false love's vexation, Oh! how must thou lament thy station, THE VOWELS: A TALE. "TWAS where the birch and sounding thong are plied, The noisy domicile of pedant pride; THE VOWELS. 317 Where Ignorance her darkening vapour throws, His awful chair of state resolves to mount, First entered A, a grave, broad, solemn wight, Reluctant, E stalked in; with piteous race own, Pale he surrenders at the tyrant's throne! The cobwebbed Gothic dome resounded, Y! In rueful apprehension entered O, The wailing minstrel of despairing wo; The Inquisitor of Spain the most expert, 318 ON PASTORAL POETRY. Might there have learnt new mysteries of his art; So grim, deformed, with horrors entering, U His dearest friend and brother scarcely knew! As trembling U stood staring all aghast, ON PASTORAL POETRY. HAIL Poesie! thou Nymph reserved! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerved Frae common-sense, or sunk enerved 'Mang heaps o' clavers; babblings And och! ower aft thy joes hae starved, favorites Mid a' thy favours! Say, Lassie, why thy train amang, To death or marriage, Scarce ane has tried the shepherd-sang trip. |