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'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale."
Is there in human form, that bears a heart,
Points to the parents fondling o'er their child? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild
But now the supper crowns their simple board,
That 'yont the hallan3 snugly chows her cood:
To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell,' And aft he's prest, and aft he ca's it guid:
The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell,
How 'twas a towmond" auld, sin' lint was i' the bell.
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
His lyart haffets' wearing thin and bare;
1 Milk. 2 Cow.
4 Well-saved cheese. Gray temples.
He wales1 a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship GOD!" he says, with solemn air.
They chant their artless notes in simple guise;
They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim:
The tickled ear no heartfelt raptures raise;
The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
With Amalek's ungracious progeny;
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;
Or other holy seers that tuned the sacred lyre.
Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,
Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand:
And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command.
Then kneeling down, to HEAVEN'S ETERNAL KING,
No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear,
While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Compared with this, how poor religion's pride,
May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul; And in his book of life the inmates poor enrol.
Then homeward all take off their several way;
The parent-pair their secret homage pay,
For them and for their little ones provide;
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs.
*Pope's "Windsor Forest."
"An honest man's the noblest work of GOD;" And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road,' The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp?-a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent
Be blest with health, and peace and sweet content!
And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide
Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art,
But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard,
In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!
WHEN chapman billies1 leave the street,
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses
For honest men and bonny lasses).
O Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice!
Ae market day thou wasna sober;
2 Thirsty. 3 Road. 4 Ale. 5 A worthless fellow. 6 A talker of nonsense, a boaster, and a drunken fool. Any quantity of corn sent to the mill is called a melder.