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M I S S L

With BEATTIE's Poems for a New-year's

Gift. Jan. I. 1787.

AGAIN the filent wheels of time

Their annual round have driv'n, And you,

tho' scarce in maiden prime, Are so much nearer Heav'n.

No gifts have I from Indian coafts

The infant year to hail ;

I send you more than India boasts

In Edwin's simple tale.

Our sex with guile and faithless love

Is charg'd, perhaps too true;
But may, dear Maid, each Lover prove

An Edwin still to you.

Vol. II.

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I Lang hae thought, my youthfu’ friend,

A Something to have sent you, Tho’ it should serve nae other end Than just a kind memento;

But

But how the subject theme may gàng,

Let time and chance determine; Perhaps, it may turn out a Sang;

Perhaps, turn out a Sermon,

' 11.

Ye'll try the world soon, my lad,

And Andrew dear, believe me, Ye'll find mankind an unco squad,

And muckle they may grieve ye:
For care and trouble set your thought,

Ev'n when your end's attained ;
And a' your views may come to nought,

Where ev'ry nerve is ftrained.

III.

l'll no say, men are villains a'; The real, harden'd wicked,

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Wha

Wha hae nae check but human law,

Are to a few reftricked :
But Och, mankind are unco weak,

An' little to be trusted ;
If Self the wavering balance shake,

It's rarely right adjusted !

IV.

Yet they wha fa’ in Fortune's strife,

Their fate we would na censure,
For still th' important end of life,

They equally may answer :
A man may hae an honest heart,

Tho? Poortith hourly stare him ;
A man may tak a neebor's part,

Yet hae nae cash to spare him.

V.

Ay free, aff han', your story tell,

When wi’ a bofom crony;

But

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