ON CROWNING HIS BUST AT EDNAM, ROXBURGH O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, SHIRE, WITH BAYS. WHILE Virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, Or tunes Eolian strains between : While Summer, with a matron grace, Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade, Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace The progress of the spiky blade: While Autumn, benefactor kind, While maniac Winter rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows, Rousing the turbid torrent's roar, Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows: So long, sweet Poet of the year, Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father and the gen'rous friend. The pitying heart that felt for human woe; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe; "For ev'n his failings leaned to virtue's side. *" FOR R. A. Esq. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name! (For none that knew him need be told) A warmer heart death ne'er made cold. FOR G. H. Esq. Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won; THE poor man weeps-nere G―n sleeps, While Scotia, with exulting tear, Proclaims that THOMSON was her son. Whom canting wretches blam'd: But with such as he, where'er he be, May I be saved or d――d! At a meeting of the Dumfries-shire VOLUNTEERS, held STAY, MY CHARMER, CAN YOU This was written in the same measure as the Birks LEAVE ME? Tune-" An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? By my love so ill-requited; Do not, do not leave me so! STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. Chrystal streamlets gently flowing, Wrongs injurious to redress, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before usBut a world without a friend !* THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. Tune-" Morag," LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young highland rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May heaven be his warden : Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon " The trees now naked groaning, of Abergeldy, an old Scottish song, from which nothing And every flower be springing. is borrowed but the chorus. *Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed to be lying con. cealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year Till some ev'ning, sober, calm, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. SONG. ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair, ON READING, IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD, Esq. BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. Sweetly deck'd with pearl dew The morning rose may blow; But cold successive noontide blasts May lay its beauties low. Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd; But long ere noon, succeeding clouds Fate oft tears the bosom chords Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound he gave; Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave. Virtuous blossoms there shall blow, And fear no withering blast; There Isabella's spotless worth Shall happy be at last. HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER. TO THE NOBLE Duke of Athole. MY LORD, I know your noble ear The lightly jumping glowrin trouts, If, in their random, wanton spouts, Last day I grat, wi' spite and teen, He, kneeling, wad ador'd me. Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks, I am, although I say't mysel, Would then my noble master please He'll shade my banks wi' tow'ring trees, The sober laverock warbling wild, The gowdspink, music's gayest child, The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear, This too, a covert shall insure, To shield them from the storm; *Bruar Falls, in Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful, but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs. |