EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH The magic-wand then let us wield; Wi' wrinkl'd face, Comes hostin, hirplin owre the field, Wi' creepin pace. When ance life's day draws near the gloamin, An' fareweel dear, deluding woman, O Life! how pleasant, in thy morning, Like school-boys, at th' expected warning, We wander there, we wander here, Among the leaves; And tho' the puny wound appear, Short while it grieves. Some, lucky, find a flow'ry spot, For which they never toil'd nor swat; They drink the sweet and eat the fat, Butd care or pain; With high disdain. And haply eye the barren hut With steady aim, some fortune chase; Keen hope does ev'ry sinew brace; ⚫ climbed. b age. • coughing, limping. d without EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH Thro' fair, thro' foul, they urge the race, a An' seize the prey: Then cannie, in some cozie place, They close the day. And others, like your humble servan', To right or left eternal swervin, They zig-zag on; Till, curst with age, obscure an' starvin, They aften groan. Alas! what bitter toil an' straining— E'en let her gang! Beneath what light she has remaining, Let's sing our sang. My pen I here fling to the door, And kneel, ye Pow'rs! and warm implore, In all her climes, Grant me but this, I ask no more, Aye rowthb o' rhymes. "Gie dreepin roasts to countra lairds, And maids of honour; An' yill an' whisky gie to cairds,d Until they sconner.® EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH Gie wealth to some be-ledger'd cit, In cent. per cent.; But give me real, sterling wit, And I'm content. "While ye are pleas'd to keep me hale, Be't water-brose or muslin-kail," Wi' cheerfu' face, As lang's the Muses dinna fail C To say the grace." An anxious e'e I never throws O ye douced folk that live by rule, How much unlike! Your hearts are just a standing pool, Your lives, a dyke ! Nae hair-brain'd, sentimental traces Ye never stray; But gravissimo, solemn basses Ye hum away. Ye are sae grave, nae doubt ye're wise; e Nae ferly tho' ye do despise The hairum-scairum, ram-stam boys, The rattling squad: I see ye upward cast your eyes— Ye ken the road! a thin broth. ear. • dodge. d sober. • wonder. THE VISION Whilst I-but I shall haud me there, But quat my sang, Content wi' you to mak a pair. • quit. Whare'er I gang. The Vision.1 Duan First.2 b THE sun had clos'd the winter day, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been, d The thresher's weary flingin-tree, Ben i' the spence,' right pensivelie, There, lanely by the ingle-cheek, g I sat and ey'd the spewing reek, That fill'd, wi' hoast-provoking smeek, The auld clay biggin1; An' heard the restless rattons squeak 1 In the eleventh stanza, bonie Jean was superseded by Bess at the time of the quarrel with Miss Armour. Modest, as always, Burns disclaims rivalry with Shenstone ! THE VISION All in this mottie, misty clime, But stringing blethers up in rhyme, Had I to guid advice but harkit, My cash-account; While here, half-mad, half-fed, half-sarkit, I started, mutt'ring "blockhead! coof!" Or some rash aith, That I henceforth wad be rhyme-proof Till my last breath When click the string the snickd did draw; An' jee! the door gaed to the wa'; e An' by my ingle-lowe I saw, Now bleezin bright, A tight, outlandish hizzie,' braw, Come full in sight. Ye need na doubt, I held my whisht"; In some wild glen; When sweet, like honest Worth, she blusbt, |