Seek, mangled wretch, fome place of wonted

reft,

No more of reft, but now thy dying bed!
The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy

head,

The cold earth with thy bloody bofom preft.

Oft as by winding Nith, I, mufing, wait

The fober eve, or hail the chearful dawn, I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn, And curfe the ruffian's aim, and mourn thy haplefs fate.

ADDRESS

ADDRESS,

To the SHADE of THOMSON, on crowning his BUST, at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with BAYS.

WHILE virgin Spring, by Eden's flood,

Unfolds her tender mantle green,

Or pranks the fod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian ftrains between.

While Summer with a matron grace
Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling fhade,

Yet oft, delighted, ftops to trace

The progrefs of the spiky blade.

While Autumn, benefactor kind,
By Tweed erects his aged head,
And fees, with felf-approving mind,

Each creature on his bounty fed.

While maniac Winter rages o'er
The hills whence claffic Yarrow flows,
Roufing the turbid torrent's roar,

Or fweeping, wild, a waste of fnows.

So long, fweet Poet of the Year,

Shall bloom that wreath thou well haft won;

While Scotia, with exulting tear,

Proclaims that Thomson was her fon.

EPITAPHS,

EPITAPH S.

ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER.

HERE Sowter **** in Death does fleep;
To H-ll, if he's gane thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep,
He'll haud it weel thegither.

ON A NOISY POLEMIC.

BELOW thir ftanes lies Jamie's banes:

O Death, it's my opinion,

Thou ne'er took fuch a bleth'rin b-tch

Into thy dark dominion!

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ON

ON WEE JOHNNY.

Hic jacet wee Johnnie.

WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know,

That Death has murder'd Johnnie!

An' here his body lies fu' low-
For faul he ne'er had ony.

FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER.

O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!

Here lie the loving Hufband's dear remains,

The tender Father, and the gen'rous Friend.

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