When wish'd-for pleasures rife like morning light,
The pain that's past enhances the delight.
These joys I feel that words can ill express,
I ne'er had known, without my late distress.
But from his ruftic business and love
I muft, in hafte, my Patrick foon remove
To courts and camps that may his foul improve.
Like the rough diamond, as it leaves the mine,
Only in little breakings fhews its light,
'Till artful polishing has made it shine;
Thus education makes the genius bright.
SANG. Tune, Wat ye wha I met yeftreen.
Now from rufticity, and love,
Whose flames but over lowly burn,
My gentle fhepherd muft be drove,
His foul must take another turn:
As the rough diamond, from the mine,
In breakings only shews its light,
'Till polishing has made it shine,
Thus learning makes the genius bright.
When with'd-for pleasures rife like morning light
The pain that's past enhances the delight.
Those joys I feel that words can ill exprefs,
I ne'er had known, without my late diftrefs.
But from his ruftic business and his love
I must, in haste, my Patrick now remove
To courts, and camps, that may his foul improve.
As the rough diamond, when it leaves the mine,
Only in little breakings fhews its light,
Till artful polishing has made it shine;
Thus education makes the genius bright.
Now from rufticity and love,
Whose flames but over lowly burn,
My gentle fhepherd must be drove,
His foul muft take another turn:
As the rough diamond from the mine,
In breakings only fhews its light,
Till polishing has made it shine,
Thus learning makes the genius bright.
The scene defcrib'd in former page,
Glaud's onfet-Enter MAUSE and MADGE.
OUR laird come hame! and owns young Pate his heir!
As true as ye ftand there.
As they were dancing all in Symon's yard,
Sir William, like a warlock, with a beard
Five nives in length, and white as driven fnaw,
Amang us came, cry'd Had ye merry a’.
We ferly'd meikle at his unco look,
While frae his poutch he whirl'd forth a book.
The fcene drawn in a former page,
Glaud's dwelling-Enter MAUSE and MADGE.
OUR knight's come home! and owns young Pate his heir!
As true as you ftand there.
As they were dancing all in Symon's yard,
Sir William, like a wizard, with a beard
Five hands in length, and white as fnow-drift's fall,
Amongst us came, cry'd "Merry be
ye all." We wonder'd much to see his uncouth look, While from his pocket out he whipp'd a book.
As we flood round about him on the green,
He view'd us a', but fix'd on Pate his een;
Then pawkylie pretended he cou'd spae,
Yet for his pains and skill wad naithing hae.
Then fure the laffes, and ilk gaping coof,
Wad rin about him, and had out their loof.
As faft as fleas fkip to the tate of woo,
Whilk flee tod lawrie hads without his mow,
When he to drown them, and his hips to cool,
In fummer days, flides backward in a pool.
In fhort, he did for Pate braw things foretell,
Without the help of conjuring or spell;
At last, when well diverted, he withdrew,
Pou'd off his beard to Symon; Symon knew
His welcome mafter;-round his knees he gat,
Hang at his coat, and fyne for blythness grat.
Patrick was fent for-happy lad is he!
Symon tald Elfpa, Elfpa tald it me.
Ye'll hear out a' the secret story foon:
And troth 'tis e'en right odd, when a' is done,
To think how Symon ne'er afore wad tell,
Na, no fae meikle as to Pate himfell.
Our Meg, poor thing, alake! has loft her jo.
It may be fae, wha kens, and may be no:
To lift a love that's rooted, is great pain:
Even kings ha' tane a queen out of the plain;
And what has been before, may be again.
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