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The sire turns o’er, wi' patriarchal grace,
The big ha’-Bible,(1) ance(2) his father's pride: His bonnet reverently is laid aside,
His lyart(3) haffets(4) wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales(5) a portion with judicious care; And “ Let us worship God!” he says, with solemn
They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim :
Or plaintive Martyr's, worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin beets (6) the heaven-ward flame,
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays: Compared with these, Italian trills are tame;
The tickled ears no heart-felt raptures raise ; Mae unison hae(7) they with our Creator's praiše.
How Abram was the Friend of God on high ;
With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ;
(1) Hall-Bible. (2) Once. (3) Of a mixed color, gray. (4) The temples, the sides of the head. (5) Chooses.
Adds fuel to the fire. (7) Have. (8) Did bid.
How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed;
Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ;
The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he, who lone in Patmos banished,
Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand ; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Hear
XVI. Then, kneeling down to HEAVEN'S ETERNAL KING;
The saint, the father, and the husband, prays: Hope “ springs exulting on triumphant wing,"*
That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays,
No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise;
In such society, yet still more dear;
In all the pomp of method and of art,
Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert,
The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole; But haply in some cottage far apart,
May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul ; And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enrol.
* Pope's Windsor Forest.
The youngling cottagers retire to rest :
And proffer up to Heaven the warm request, That He who stills the raven's clamorous nest,
And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best,
For thein and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
XIX. From scenes like these, old Scotia’s grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
66 An honest man's the noblest work of God :" And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road,
The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? A cumbrous load,
Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined !
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent!
Be bless'd with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, 0! may Heaven their simple lives prevent
From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent,
A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much loved isle.
XXI. o Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide
That stream'd through Wallace's andaunted heart;
Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's GoD peculiarly thou art,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never Scotia's realm desert:
But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard !
VAN WAS MADE TO MOURN:
BY ROBERT BURNS.
Made fields and forests bare,
Along the banks of Ayr,
Seem'd weary, worn with care;
(Began the reverend sage ;)
Or youthful pleasure's rage ?
Too soon thou hast began
To wander forth, with me, to mourn
Out-spreading far and wide,
A haughty lordling's pride ;
How prodigal of time!
Thy glorious youthful prime! Alternate follies take the sway:
Licentious passions burn; Which tenfold force gives nature's law,
That man was made to mourn.
Or manhood's active might :
Supported is his right.
With cares and sorrows worn,
VI. A few seem favorites of fate,
In pleasure's lap caress'd;