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FAMILIAR AND EPISTOLARY.
TO MISS L
With Beattie's Poems as a New-Year's Gift,
January 1, 1787.
AGAIN the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driv'n, And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer heav'n.
No gifts have I from Indian coasts
The infant year to hail;
In Edwin's simple tale.
Our sex with guile and faithless love
dear maid, each lover prove
Written on the blank leaf of a Book, presented to
her by the Author.
BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and gay,
May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem,
ON A YOUNG LADY,
Residing on the banks of the small river Devon, in Clackmannanshire, but whose infant years were spent in Ayrshire.
How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon With green-spreading bushes, and flow'rs bloom
ing fair; Bat the boniest flower on the banks of the Devon
Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr.
Mild be the sun on this sweet-blushing flower,
In the gay, rosy morn as it bathes in the dew! And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower,
That steals on the evening each leaf to renew.
O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes,
With chill hoary wing as yer usher the dawn! And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes
The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn.
Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies,
And England triumphant display her proud rose; A fairer than either adorns the green vallies
Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows.
To a Young Lady, with a present of Songs.
HERE, where the Scottish muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join’d, Accept the gift; tho' humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind. So may no ruffian-feeling in thy breast
Discordant jar thy bosom-chords among; But peace attune thy gentle soul to rest,
Or love ecstatic wake his seraph song: Or pity's notes, in luxury of tears,
As modest want the tale of wo reveals; While conscious virtue all the strain endears,
And heav'n born piety her sanction seals.
Written on the blank leaf of a copy of his Poems, presented to a Lady, whom he had often celebrated under the name of Chloris.
'Tis Friendship’s pledge, my young fair friend,
Nor thou the gift refuse,
The moralizing muse.
Since thou, in all thy youth and charms,
Must bid the world adieu,
To join the friendly few.
Chill came the tempest's lower;
Did nip a fairer flower.)
Still much is left behind;
The comforts of the mind!
On conscious honor's part;
Thine friendship's truest heart.
With every Muse to rove: And doubly were the Poet blest
These joys could he improve.
VERSES, Written on the blank leaf of a copy of his Poems,
presented to an old Sweetheart, then married. Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear,
Sweet early object of my youthful vows, Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere;
Friendship :-—'tis all cold duty now allows: