Of these am I-COILA my name;

And this district as mine I claim,

Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame, Held ruling pow'r :

I mark'd thy embryo-tuneful flame,

Thy natal hour.

"With future hope, I oft would gaze,
Fond, on thy little, early ways,
Thy rudely-caroll'd, chiming phrase,

In uncouth rhymes,

Fir'd at the simple, artless lays

Of other times.

"I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Delighted with the dashing roar;

Or when the North his fleecy store

Drove thro' the sky,

I saw grim nature's visage hoar

Struck thy young eye.

"Or when the deep-green-mantl'd Earth Warm-cherish'd ev'ry flow'ret's birth, And joy and music pouring forth

In ev'ry grove,

I saw thee eye the gen❜ral mirth

With boundless love.

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"When ripen'd fields, and azure skies, Call'd forth the Reaper's rustling noise, I saw thee leave their ev❜ning joys,

And lonely stalk,

To vent thy bosom's swelling rise

In pensive walk.

"When youthful Love, warm-blushing, strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,

Th' adored Name,

I taught thee how to pour in song,

To soothe thy flame.

"I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild-send thee Pleasure's devious way, Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,

By Passion driven;

But yet the light that led astray

Was light from Heaven.

"I taught thy manners-painting strains, The loves, the ways of simple swains, Till now, o'er all my wide domains,

Thy fame extends;

And some, the pride of Coila's plains,
Become thy friends.

"Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape-glow; Or wake the bosom-melting throe,

With Shenstone's art ;

Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow,
Warm on the heart.

"Yet, all beneath th' unrivall❜d Rose,
The lowly Daisy sweetly blows;
Tho' large the forest's Monarch throws
His army shade,

Yet green the juicy Hawthorn grows,

Adown the glade.

"Then never murmur nor repine; Strive in thy humble sphere to shine; And trust me, not Potosi's mine,

Nor King's regard,

Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine,

A rustic Bard.

"To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; Preserve the dignity of Man,

With Soul erect;

And trust, the UNIVERSAL PLAN

Will all protect.

"And wear thou this"—she solemn said,
And bound the Holly round my head:

The polish'd leaves, and berries red,

Did rustling play;

And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.

ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE

RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS.

My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them aye thegither;

The Rigid Righteous is a fool,

The Rigid Wise anither:

The cleanest corn that e'er was dight,
May hae some pyles o' caff in;
So ne'er a fellow-creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.

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SOLOMON-Eccles. vii. 16.

YE wha are sae guid yoursel,

Sae pious and sae holy,

Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your Neebour's fauts and folly!
Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supply'd wi' store o' water,
The heapet happer's ebbing still,

And still the clap plays clatter.

Hear me, ye venerable Core,

As counsel for poor mortals,

That frequent pass
Joglu pass

Wisdom's door,

For glaikit Folly's portals;

I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,

Would here

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Propone defences,

Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,

Their failings and mischances.

Ye see your state wi' their's compar'd,
And shudder at the niffer, bater

But cast a moment's fair regard,

What maks the mighty differ;

Discount what scant occasion gave
That purity ye pride in,

And (what's aft mair than a' the lave)

Your better art o' hiding.

Think, when your castigated pulse
Gies now and then a wallop,
What raging must his veins convulse,
That still eternal gallop:

Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail,

Right on ye scud your sea-way; But, in the teeth o' baith to sail,

It maks an unco leeway.

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