WINTER: A DIRGE Tho' this was fair, and that was braw," Oh, Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Winter: A Dirge.1 THE wintry west extends his blast, Or the stormy north sends driving forth While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. "The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast," 2 The joyless winter day Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May: The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, a gay. was 1 The first of these poems which Burn's included in the Editio Princeps of Kilmarnock. Probably it written in his deep depression at Irvine. "The joyless winter day," he says, that he always felt to be inspiring or "enrapturing." The text is that of the Kilmarnock edition, 1786. In the Common-place Book the first verse ends with "the weary day," on which heartless is a distinct improvement. 2 Dr Young.-R. B. A PRAYER Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme Here firm I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want-O do Thou grant This one request of mine!— A Prayer under the pressure of violent O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Thy creature here before Thee stands, Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, But, if I must afflicted be, To suit some wise design, Then man my soul with firm resolves, 1 This Burns included in his second or Edinburgh edition of 1787. Burns says that, in a New Year's frolic, immediately following on the com position of this Prayer, his store of flax was burned. The copy in the Common-place Book has some variants of little consequence, PARAPHRASE OF FIRST PSALM Paraphrase of the First Psalm.1 THE man, in life wherever plac'd, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor from the seat of scornful pride That man shall flourish like the trees, But he whose blossom buds in guilt For why that God the good adore, The first six verses of the Ninetieth O THOU, the first, the greatest friend Whose strong right hand has ever been my 1 This is of the Irvine period, when, as Burns wrote to his father, only pleasurable enjoyment is looking backwards and forwards in a moral and religious way" (Irvine, Dec. 27, 1781). In a way less moral and re ligious he cultivated " some acquaintance of a freer manner of thinking and living than he had been used to," says his brother Gilbert. 2 This is of the same period. A PRAYER Before the mountains heav'd their heads That Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time Was ever still the same. Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us so vast, Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man, Again Thou say'st, "Ye sons of men, Thou layest them, with all their cares, As with a flood Thou tak'st them off They flourish like the morning flow'r, But long ere night cut down it lies A Prayer in the Prospect of Death.1 O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Burns notes that this piece was written in an early illness which "first put nature on the alarm.' Probably we have here the malaise of Irvine. A PRAYER If I have wander'd in those paths As something, loudly, in my breast, Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me Where human weakness has come short, Do Thou, All-Good-for such Thou art- Where with intention I have err'd, But, Thou art good; and Goodness still Stanzas, on the same Occasion.1 WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms: And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod. 1 An early and unpromising experiment in the Spenserian measure, which "did not set his genius.' The verses were a good deal polished for the Edinburgh edition. |