Dangers, eagle-pinioned, bold, Soar around each cliffy hold! While cheerful Peace, with linnet song, As the shades of ev'ning close, On all thou'st seen, and heard, and wrought, Thus resign'd, and quiet, creep WRITTEN IN FRIARS CARSE HERMITAGE Till future life, future no more, THE DAY RETURNS1 THE day returns, my bosom burns, Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet. Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, While day and night can bring delight It breaks my bliss-it breaks my heart! 1 Written on the anniversary of Burns' meeting "one of the happiest and worthiest couples in the world, Robert Riddell, Esq., of Glenriddell, and his lady. At their fireside I have enjoyed more pleasant evenings than at all the houses of fashionable people in this country put together; and to their kindness and hospitality I am indebted for many of the happiest hours of my life."—R.` B. GLENRIDDELL'S FOX GLENRIDDELL'S FOX THESE things premised, I sing-a Fox Was caught among his native rocks, And to a dirty kennel chained, How he his liberty regained. Glenriddell! a Whig without a stáin, A Whig in principle and grain, Couldst thou enslave a free-born creature, A native denizen of Nature? How couldst thou, with a heart so good (A better ne'er was sluiced with blood), Nail a poor devil to a tree, That ne'er did harm to thine or thee? SONNET ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT OF GLENRIDDELL AND FRIARS CARSE No more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all your dyes? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend! How can I to the tuneful strain attend? That strain flows round the untimely tomb where Riddell lies. Yes, pour, ye warblers! pour the notes of woe, Thee, Spring! again with joy shall others greet; |