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O! bear a wretch's pray'r!
To close this scene of care!
Resign Life's joyless'day?
To stain my lifefeless face,
Within thy cold embrace !!
M I S S L-s,
With BEATTIE'S POEMS for a New Year's Cifi
Jan. 1, 1787.
GAIN the filent wheels of time
Are so much nearer Heav'n.,
No gifts have I from Indian coafts
The Infant year to hail;
In Edwin's fimple tale.
Our Sex with guile, and faithless love,,
Is charg'd, perhaps, too true;
An Edwin still to you..
I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend,',
A Something to have sent you,
Than just a kind memento ;
Let time and chance determine;
And Andrew dear, believe me,
And muckle they may grieve ye :
Ev'n when your end's attained ;
Where ev'ry nerve is strained.
A man may
The real; harden'd wicked,
Are to a few restricked :
An'little to be trusted ;.
Their fate we thould na' censure, For ftill th' impartant end of life, They equally may answer:
an honest heart,
When wi'a bosom crony;
Ye scarcely tell to ony::
Frae critical diffection ;
Luxuriently indulge it ;
But never tempt th' illicit rove,
Tho' naething should divulge it: I wave the quantum o'the fin;.
The hazard of concealing ; But Och it hardens a' within, And petrefies.the feeling!
VII. To catch Dame Fortune's golden smiley
Aflidious wait upon her; And gather gear by ev'ry wile
That's juftifi’d by Honor :: Not for to hide it in a hedge,
Nor for a train attendant ; But for the glorious privilege Of being independant,
VIII. The fear o' Hell's a hangman's whip,
To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your Honor grip Let that be
border: Its slightest touches, instant pause
.. Debar a' fide pretences. And resolutely keep its laws,.. Uncaring consequences.
IX. The great Creator to revere,
Must sure become the Creature ; But still the preaching cant fórbear,
And ev’n the rigid feature :