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THE

FIRST SIX VERSES

OF THE

NIN E TIETH PSA L M.

O Thou, the first, the greatest friend

Of all the human race !

Whose strong right-hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling-place!

Before

Before the mountains heay'd their heads

Beneath Thy forming hand, Before this pond'rous globe itself,

Arose at Thy command;

That Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds

This universal frame,
From countless, unbeginning time

Was ever still the fame.

Those mighty periods of years

Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before Thy fight

Than yesterday that's past.

Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,

Is to existence brought ;
Again Thou say'st, • Ye sons of men,

• Return ye into nought!'

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Thou layeft them, with all their cares,

In everlaiting leep;
As with a flood Thou tak’ft them off

With overwhelming sweep.

They flourish like the morning flow'r,

In beauty's pride array'd;
But long ere night cut down it lies

All wither'd and decay'd.

TO

TO A

MOUNTAIN DAISY,

On turning one down, with the Plough, in

April 1786.

WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure

Thy slender stem,
To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonnie gem.

Alas!

Alas! its no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet !

Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-fpringing, blythe, to greet

The purpling Eaft.

Cauld blew the bitter-biting North
Upon thy early, humble birth;
Yet chearfully thou glinted forth

Amid the storm,
Scarce rear'd above the Parent-earth

Thy tender form.

The flaunting flow'rs our Gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield; But thou, beneath the random bield

O'clod or ftane, Adorns the hiftie ftibble-field,

Unseen, alane.

There,

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