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The cruel powers reject the prayer
I hourly mak for thee;
How can I see him die !
THERE'S NAETHIN LIKE THE HONEST
THERE'S naethin like the honest nappy!
'Tween morn an' morn,
In glass or horn.
I've seen me daez't upon a time;
Ought less is little,
As gleg's a whittle !
MONDAY, APRIL 16, 1787.
Poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng, It needs no Siddons' power in Southern's song : But here an ancient nation, fam'd afar For genius, learning high, as great in warHail, Caledonia ! name for ever dear ! Before whose sons I'm honour'd to appear ! Where every science, every nobler artThat can inform the mind, or mend the heart, Is known; as grateful nations oft have found, Far as the rude barbarian marks the bound. Philosophy, no idle, pedant dream, Here holds her search, by heaven-taught Reason's
Here History paints with elegance and force,
O Thou, dread Power ! whose empire-giving hand
At Tyranny's, or direr Pleasure's chain;
A POEM HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO G. H. ESQ.
Great nature spoke, observant man obeyed.
LET other heroes boast their scars,
The marks of sturt and strife :
The plagues of human life ;
To slap mankind like lumber!
Wha multiplies our number.
Great Nature spoke, with air benign,
'Go on, ye human race !
Be fruitful and increase.
' I've pour'd it in each bosom ;
* And there, is Beauty's blossom!
The Hero of these artless strains,
A lowly Bard was he,
With meikle mirth an' glee ;
Kind Nature's care had given his share,
Large, of the flaming current ; And, all devout, he never sought
To stem the sacred torrent.
He felt the powerful, high behest,
Thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
To give obedience due :
From mildews of abortion ;
Has got a double portion !
Auld, cantie Coil may count the day,
As annual it returns,
That gave another Burns,
To emulate his sire;
With more poetic fire.
Ye Powers of peace, and peaceful song,
Look down with gracious eyes ;
With multiplying joys.
The flow'r of ancient nations ;
To endless generations !
THE CATS LIKE KITCHEN.
THE cats like kitchen;
The dogs like broo;
And th' auld wives too.
Nid, nid, noddin,
'All devil as I am, a damned wretch, "A harden'd, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness; “And with sincere tho' unavailing sighs 'I view the helpless children of distress. "With tears of indignation I behold th’ oppressor 'Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction, “Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime. 'Even you, ye helpless crew, I pity you ; ‘Ye, whom the seeming good think sin to pity ; • Ye poor, despis'd, abandon'd vagabonds, 'Whom Vice, as usual, has turn'd o'er to Ruin. “O but for kind, tho' ill-requited friends, 'I had been driven forth like you forlorn, 'The most detested, worthless wretch among you ! 'O injurd God ! thy goodness has endow'd me “With talents passing most of my compeers, 'Which I in just proportion have abus', *As far surpassing other common villains, As Thou in natural parts hadst given me more,