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"'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They, ardent, kindling spirits pour; Or, 'mid the venal senate's roar,
They, sightless, stand,
To mend the honest patriot lore,
And grace the land.
And when the bard, or hoary sage, Charm or instruct the future age, They bind the wild poetic rage
Or point the inconclusive page
Full on the eye.
'Hence Fullarton, the brave and young; Hence Dempster's zeal-inspired tongue; Hence sweet harmonious Beattie sung
His "Minstrel lays;"
Or tore, with noble ardour stung,
The sceptic's bays.
'To lower orders are assign'd
All chuse, as various they're inclin'd,
The various man.
'When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threat'ning storm some strongly rein; Some teach to meliorate the plain
And some instruct the shepherd train,
Blythe o'er the hill.
'Some hint the lover's harmless wile ; Some grace the maiden's artless smile; Some sooth the lab'rer's weary toil,
For humble gains,
And make his cottage-scenes beguile
His cares and pains.
'Some, bounded to a district-space, Explore at large man's infant race, To mark the embryotic trace
Of rustic Bard;
And careful note each op'ning grace,
A guide and guard.
'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,
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.
'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,
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 kings' 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;
THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS.
My son, these maxims make a rule,
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
Solomon.-Eccles, ch. vii. ver. 16.
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Hear me, ye venerable core,
As counsel for poor mortals,
I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,