SON G, ANNA, thy charms my bofom fire, And wafte my foul with care; But ah! how bootlefs to admire, When fated to defpair! Yet in thy prefence, lovely Fair, On On reading, in a NEWSPAPER, the DEATH of SAD thy tale, thou idle page And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Ifabella's arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew But, long ere noon, fucceeding clouds Fate often tears the bofom chords So Ifabella's heart was form'd, D Omnipotence alone can heal, Virtue's bloffoms there fhall blow, THE HUMBLE PETITION O F BRUAR WATER* Mr то THE NOBLE DUKF OF ATHOLE. Y Lord, I know, your noble ear Woe ne'er affails in vain ; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble flave complain. * Bruar Falls, in Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs. How faucy Phoebus' fcorching beams The lightly-jumping, glowrin trouts, In gafping death to wallow. Last day I grat wi' spite and teen, But had I in my glory been, He, kneeling, wad ador'd me. Here, foaming down the fkelvy rocks, There, high my boiling torrent smokes, Enjoying large each spring and well Would then my noble mafter please To grant my highest wishes, He'll fhade my banks wi' towering trees, And bonie spreading bushes. Delighted doubly then, my Lord, You'll wander on my banks, And liften mony a grateful bird The sober laverock, warbling wild, The gowdfpink, Mufic's gayeft child, The blackbird ftrong, the lintwhite clear, The mavis mild and mellow; The robin penfive Autumn chear, This too, a covert fhall enfure, |