Here, to the wrongs of Fate half reconcil'd, Misfortune's lighten'd fteps might wander wild; And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds, Find balm to footh her bitter rankling wounds: Here heart-ftruck Grief might heav'nward ftretch her fcan, And injur'd Worth forget and pardon man, Written Written with a PENCIL, ftanding by the FALL of FYERS near LOCH-NESS. AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his moffy floods; As high in air the bursting torrents flow, As deep recoiling furges foam below, Prone down the rock the whitening fheet de Dim-feen, through rifing mifts and ceafelefs fhow'rs, The hoary cavern, wide-furrounding, low'rs. Still thro' the gap the ftruggling river toils, And still, below, the horrid caldron boils On On the BIRTH of a POSTHUMOUS CHILD, born in peculiar Circumftances of FAMILYDISTRESS, SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meïkle love, What heart o' ftane wad thou na move, November hirples o'er the lea, And gane, alas! the fhelt'ring tree, May He who gives the rain to pour, Protect thee frae the driving fhow'r, May HE, the friend of woe and want, But late fhe flourish'd, rooted fast, Bleft be thy bloom, thou lovely gem, And from thee many a parent ftem Arife to deck our land. THE |