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TO MISS LOGAN,
WITH BEATTIE'S FOEMS AS A NEW YEAR'S GIFT,
JANUARY 1, 1787.
AGAIN the silent wheels of time
Their annual round bave driv'n,
Are so much nearer Heav'n.
The infant year to hail;
In Edwin's simple tale.
Is charg’d, perhaps, too true;
Ad Edwin still to you !
ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH.
All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,
Sat legislation's sov’reign pow'rs !
As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd,
I shelter in thy honour'd shade.
As busy trade his labour plies,
Bids elegance and splendour rise:
High wields her balance and her rod;
Secks science in her coy abode.
Thy sons, Edina, social, kind,
With open arms the stranger hail ;
Above the narrow rural vale;
Or modest merit's silent claim ;
And never envy blot his name!
Gay as the gilded sumuner sky,
Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!
Heaven's beauties on my fancy shine;
And own his work indeed divine !
Thy rough rude fortress gleams afar:
And mark'd with many a seamy scar.
Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock,
And oft repelld th' invader shock.
I view that noble stately dome,
Fam'd heroes, had their royal home :
Their royal name low in the dust!
Though rigid law cries out, ''twas just l'
Whose ancestors, in days of yore,
Old Scotia's bloody lion bore;
Haply my sires have left their shed, • The lovely and accomplished davghter of Lory Monboddo. And fac'd grim danger's loudest roar,
Bold following where your fathers led. Edina! Scotia's darling seat !
All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a monarch's feet
Sat legislation's sov'reign pow’rs ! From marking wildly-scatter'd flow’rs,
As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the lingering hours,
I shelter in thy honour'd shade.
Tune, Roslin Castle.' THE gloomy night is gathering fast, Loud roars the wild inconstant blast, Yon murkey cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor, The scatter'd coveys meet secure, While here I wander, prest with care, Along the lonely banks of Ayr. The autumn mourns her ripening corn By early winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave, I think apon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, 'Tis not that fatal deadly shore; Though death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear; But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound ; These bled a fresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr,
Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales,
And from my native shore ;
A boundless ocean's roar:
Between my love and me,
My heart and soul from thee!
The maid that I adore !
We part to 'mcet no more!
While death stands victor by,
And thine that latest sigh!
Tune, ‘Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern let's fly.' No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesinan or soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care.
I don't envy, I give biin his bow; I scorn not the peasant, though ever so low, But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. Here passes the 'squire on his brother-his horse; There centum per centum, the cit with his purse; But see you the Crown how it waves in the air, There a big-belly'd bottle still eases my care. The wife of my bosom, alas ! she did die; For sweet consolation to church I did fiy ; I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care. I once was persuaded a venture to make : A letter informed me that all was to wreck ;But the pursy, old landlord just waddled up stairs, With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. * Life's cares they are comforts, *ma maxim laid
down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the
black gown; And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair, For a big-belly'd bottle's a heav'n of care.
À STANZA ADDED IN A MASONS' LODGE. Then fill up a bumper, and make it o'erflow, And honours masonic prepare for to throw; May ev'ry true brother of the compass and square Have a big-belly'd bottle when harrass'd with care.
Young's Night Thoughts.