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Some, bounded to a district-space,
Of rustic bard ;
A guide and guard.
“Of these am 1-Coila my name; And this district as mine I claim, Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame,
Held ruling power : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame,
Thy natal hour,
“ 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 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,
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 soothe the 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 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 nor repine ; Strive in thy humble sphere to shine ; And trust me, not Potosi's mine,
Nor king's regard, Can give a bliss o’ermatching thine,
A rurstie 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 wear thou this”-she solemn said,
Did rustling play;
In light away.
TO THE UNCO GUID,
OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS,
My son, these maxim: make a rule.
And lump them aye thegither ;
The rigid wise anither :
May hae some pyles ocaf in;
Solomon.-Eccles. ch. vij. rer. 16.
Sae pious and sae holy,
Your neebour's fauts and folly!
Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still
And still the clap plays clatter,
II. Hear me, ye venerable core,
As counsel for poor mortals,
For glaikit Folly's portals ;
Would here propone defences,
Tbeir failings and mischances,
And shudder at the differ,
What maks the mighty differ;
That purity ye pride in,
Your better art o' hiding.
Gies now and then a wallop,
That still eternal gallop ;
Right on ye scud your sea-way;
It maks an unco leeway,
All joyous and unthinking, "Till, quite transmugrify'd, they're grown
Debauchery and drinking:
Th' eternal consequences;
D-mnation of expenses !
Ty'd up in godly laces,
Suppose a change o' cases ;
A treacherous inclination-
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
Still gentler sister woman;
To step aside is human :
The moving why they do it :
How far perhaps they rue it.
Decidedly can try us,
Each spring-its various bias :
We never can adjust it ;
But know not what's resisted.