Assembled round the narrow grave, Their brother's body 'mongst the lave Expressive looks from each declare Then home return, And think o'er all the virtues fair Of him they mourn. Say how by early lessons taught, The shepherd boy, Who tends his flocks on lonely height, Is aught on earth so lovely known, His guileless soul all naked shown Before his God Such pray'rs must welcome reach the throne, And blest abode. O tell! O tell! with what a heartfelt joy, The best of lear he can enjoy, As means to live. The parish school, its curious site, And lead him on to count and write, Demand thy care; Nor pass the ploughman's school at night Without a share. Nor yet the tenty curious lad Thy country's sons, who far are spread, The bonny lasses, as they spin, How Tay and Tweed smooth flowing rin Thro' flowery hows; Where shepherd lads their sweethearts win With earnest vows. Or Or may be, Burns, thy thrilling page To bless the bard, who, gay or sage, Long may their harmless, simple ways, Of purest love, Their bosoms warm to latest days, And aye improve. May still each fond attachment glow, And may their souls Even love the warlock glens which through The tempest howls. To eternize such themes as these, And high in fame To future times will justly raise Thy patriot name. |