I could behold with silent scorn

Each fickle friend at once depart;

Could calmly bear the rankling thorn

Of cold neglect, though keen its smart.

And, should my doom extort one sigh,
I would not cruel fate reprove ;

But every gloomy thought should fly
Before the smile of Her I love.

For brighter than that golden beam
Which ushers in the rising day;

From her dear lips resistless gleam

Those smiles which chase my griefs away.

And dearer to my throbbing heart,

And far the toys of wealth above,

The tears of sympathy that start

To hail the smile of Her I love.

WEEL TIMED DAFFIN.

ADDRESSED TO

Che Earl of Dalkeith.

LET Dunces grave of Zeno's School

Wisely pretend to live by rule;

We'll steal an hour to play the fool

In weel tim'd daffin.

Whate'er sententious greybeards say,

T enjoy is often to obey:

And we'll our grateful tribute pay

In weel tim'd daffin.

Let rising tempests howl around,

Our mirth shall echo to the sound,

And evening's social hours be crown'd

Wi' weel tim'd daffin.

Enough of care we all shall find

To overcloud the brightest mind;

And wreck the soul that's not inclin'd

To weel tim'd daffin.

Ye venal slaves wha haunt a court,

Ambition's victims! folly's sport!

Your only comfort lies in Port

And weel tim'd daffin!

Ye rueful swains, who idly rove

By purling stream, or myrtle grove; Take respite from the frowns of love In weel tim'd daffin.

Ye sordid miscreants! who spare

The gold you count; your lavish heir

Shall purchase soon an ample share

O' weel tim'd daffin.

For thee, brave Scott! whose toast sae gay

Inspires this random, festive lay;

To thee may many a cloudless day

Bring weel tim'd daffin.

Whether a Highland Whisky gill

Or bright Oporto tempt thy will;

Full many a bumper mayst thou fill

To weel tim'd daffin

When social brithers a are met,

They should na part in Bacchus' debt;

But be na fou, though gaily yet,

Wi' weel tim'd daffin.

TO JULIA.

OH! smile not, Julia, smile not so,
Disguise the accents of thy tongue;

That smile, that voice, but aids my wo,

To break a heart most deeply wrung.

For thus, in days for ever flown,

That magic smile, that syren voice,

Beguil'd this heart to sorrow prone,

And bade it tremblingly rejoice.