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And hail and rain does blaw;

Or, the stormy North fends driving forth,
The blinding fleet and fnaw:

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.

II.

The sweeping blaft, the sky o'ercaft,'
The joyless winter-day,

Let others fear, to me more dear,

Than all the pride of May:

The Tempest's howl, it foothes my foul,

My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please,

Their fate resembles mine!

III.

Thou POW'R SUPREME, whofe mighty

Scheme,

Thefe woes of mine fulfil;

Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,

Because they are Thy Will!

Then all I want (Oh, do thou grant

This one request of mine!)

Since to enjoy Thou doft deny,

Affift me to refign!

* Dr. Young.

A

PRAYER,

IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.

I.

THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
Of all my hope and fear !

In whofe dread Prefence, ere an hour,

Perhaps I must appear !

II.

If I have wander'd in those paths

Of life I ought to fhun;

As Something, loudly, in my breast,

Remonftrates I have done;

III.

;

Thou know'ft that Thou haft formed me,

With Paffions wild and ftrong;

And lift'ning to their witching voice

Has often led me wrong.

IV.

Where human weakness has come short,

Or frailty ftept afide,

Do Thou, ALL-GOOD, for fuch Thou art,

In fhades of darkness hide.

V.

Where with intention I have err'd,

No other plea I have,

But, Thou art good; and Goodness still

Delighteth to forgive.

X

ТО А

MOUNTAIN-DAISY,

On turning one down, with the Plough, in A

W

pril—1786.

EE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;

For I maun crush amang the ftoure

Thy flender stem :

To spare thee now is past my pow'r,

Thou bonie gem.

Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet,

The bonie Lark, companion meet!