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A WOUNDED HARE
LIMP BY ME, WHICH A FELLOW HAD JUST SHOT AT.
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb’rous art,
And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye!
May never pity sooth thee with a sigh, Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Go live, poor wanderer of the wood and field,
The bitter little that of life remains :
No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains, To thee shall home, or food, or pastime yield.
Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,
No more of rest, but now thy dying bed ! The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy head, The cold earth with thy bloody bosom prest.
Oft as by winding Nith, I, musing, wait
The sober eve, or hail the cheerful dawn,
I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn, And curse the ruffian's aim, and mourn thy hapless fate. ADDRESS TO THE SHADE OF THOMSON,
ON CROWNING HIS BUST AT EDNAM, ROXBURGH
SHIRE, WITH BAYS.
While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood,
Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian strains between :
While Summer with a matron grace
Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade, Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace
The progress of the spiky blade:
While Autumn, benefactor kind,
By Tweed erects bis aged head, And sees, with self-approving mind,
Each creature on his bounty fed :
While maniac Winter rages o'er
The hills whence classic Yarrow flows, Rousing the turbid torrent's roar,
Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows :
So long, sweet Poet of the year,
Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won; While Scotia, with exulting tear,
Proclaims that Thomson was her son.
ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER..
Here souter Will in death does sleep;
To h-11, if he's gane thither,
He'll haud it weel thegither.
ON A NOISY POLEMIC.
Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes;
O death, it's my opinion,
Into thy dark dominion!
ON WEE JOHNNY.
Hic jacet wee Johnnie.
Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know,
That death has murder'd Jobnnie !
For saul he ne'er had ony.
FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER.
O ye, whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend ! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The pitying heart that felt for human woe;
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride ; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe;
“ For ev’n his failings lean’d to virtue's side.”
FOR R. A. ESQ.
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
FOR G. H. ESQ.
The poor man weeps--here G- -n sleeps,
Whom canting wretches blam'd:
May I be sav'd or d-d!
A BARD'S EPITAPH.
Let him draw near ;
And drap a tear.
0, pass not by! But, with a frater-feeling strong,
Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
Wild as the wave; Here pause—and, through the starting tear,
Survey this grave. The poor
inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow
And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain'd his name!
Reader, attend—whether thy soul
In low pursuit;
Is wisdom's root.