Noofing with care a bursting purse, STROPHE. View the wither'd beldam's face Can thy keen inspection trace Aught of Humanity's fweet melting grace? Note that eye, 'tis rheum o'erflows, Pity's flood there never rofe. See those hands, ne'er ftretch'd to fave, Lo, there she goes, unpitied and unblest She goes, but not to realms of everlafting reft! ANTISTROPHE. £ 3 ANTISTROPHE. Plunderer of Armies, lift thine eyes, (A while forbear, ye tort'ring fiends), Seeft thou whofe ftep, unwilling, hither bends? No fallen angel, hurl'd from upper skies; EPODE. And are they of no more avail, O, bitter mock'ry of the pompous bier, While down the wretched vital part is driv'n! The cave-lodg'd beggar, with a confcience clear Expires in rags, unknown, and goes to Heav'n. ELE GY ON CAPT. M- H A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from Almighty God! But now his radiant course is run, His foul was like the glorious fun, O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haur! Haurl thee hame to his black fmiddie, O'er hurcheon hides, And like ftock-fifh come o'er his ftuddie Wi' thy auld fides! He's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn, The ae best fellow e'er was born! Thee, Matthew, Nature's fel fhall mourn By wood and wild, Where, haply, Pity strays forlorn, Frae man exil'd. Ye hills, near neebors o' the starns, That proudly cock your crefting cairns! Ye cliffs, the haunts of failing yearns, Where Echo flumbers! Come join, ye Nature's sturdieft bairns, My wailing numbers! Mourn, ilka grove the cufhat kens! Ye hazly fhaws and briery dens! Ye |