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A panegyric rhyme, I ween,
Ev'n as I was he shor'd me; But had I in my glory been,
He, kneeling, wad ador'd me.
Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin ;
Wild-roaring o'er a linn:
gave them me, I am, altho' I say't mysel,
Worth gaun a mile to see.
To grant my highest wishes,
And bonie spreading bushes; Delighted doubly then, my Lord,
You'll wander on my banks, And listen monie a grateful bird
Return you tuneful thanks.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire ;
Shall swoetly join the choir;
The mavis mild and mellow;
In all her looks of yellow : This too, a covert shall ensure,
To shield them from the storm; And coward maukin sleep secure,
Low in her grassy form;
Here shall the shepherd make his seat,
To weave his crown of flow'rs; Or find a shelt'ring, safe retreat,
From prone descending show'rs. And here, by sweet, endearing stealth,
Shall meet the loving pair, Despising worlds with all their wealth
As empty, idle care.
The hour of heav'n to grace,
To screen the dear embrace.
Here haply too, at vernal dawn,
Some musing Bard may stray,
And misty mountain, grey;
Mild chequ’ring thro' the trees,
Hoarse-swelling on the breeze.
My lowly banks o'erspread,
Their shadows' wat'ry bed;
My craggy cliffs adorn;
The close embow'ring thorn.
Your little angel band, Spring, like their father's, up to prop
Their honor'd native land,
So may thro' Albion's farthest ken,
To social-flowing glasses,
"And Athole's bonie lasses !!!
Written, with a Pencil, over the chimney-piece, in
the Parlor of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth.
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
Th’abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep,
on his verdant side; The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste; The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless haste; The arches striding o'er the new-born stream; The village, glittering in the noon-tide beam-
Poetic ardors in my bosom swell,
Here Poesy might wake her heav'n-taught lyre,
And injur'd Worth forget and pardon man.
Written, with a Pencil, standing by the fall of
Fyers, near Loch-ness.
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods