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 TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, In April, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem; Το spare thee now is past my pow'r, Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east, Then low'ring, and pouring,. II. And thou grim pow'r, by life abhorr'd, No more I shrink appall'd, afraid; I court, I beg thy friendly aid, oldall My weary heart its throbbings cease, No fear more, no tear more, TO MISS L—, WITH BEATTIE'S POEMS As a New Year's Gift, Jan. 1, 1787. AGAIN the silent wheels of time Their annual round have driv'n, And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime, Are so much nearer Heav'n. No gifts have I from Indian coasts I send you more than India boasts Our sex with guile and faithless love EPISTLE TO A YOUNG friend. May 1786. . I.. I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' Friend, But how the subject-theme may gang, II. Ye'll try the world soon, my lad, And muckle they may grieve ye For care and trouble set your thought, III. I'll no say, men are villains a' ; But och, mankind are unco weak, IV. Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife, him. Ay free, aff han' your story tell, Conceal yoursel as weel's ye can But keek thro' ev'ry other man VI. The sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love, Luxuriantly indulge it; But never tempt. th' illicit rove, Tho' naething should divulge it a I wave the quantom o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But och it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!.. VII. To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, And gather gear by ev'ry wile VIII. The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip Its slightest touches, instant pause- And resolutely keep its laws, Uncaring consequences.. |