Alas! how aft in haughty mood, Baith careless, and fearless It a' an idle tale! VII. Then let us cheerfu' acquiesce; And, even should misfortunes come, They make us see the naked truth, The real guid and ill. Tho' losses, and crosses, Be lessons right severe, There's wit there, ye'll get there, VIII. But tent me, Davie, ace o' hearts! (To say aught less wad wrang the cartes, And And flatt'ry I detest) This life has joys for you and I; There's a' the pleasures o' the heart, Ye hae your Meg, your dearest part, It warms me, it charms me, It heats me, it beets me, And sets me a' on flame! IX. O all ye pow'rs who rule above! Her dear idea brings relief O hear my fervent pray'r; X. X. All hail, ye tender feelings dear! Long since, this world's thorny ways Fate still has blest me with a friend, And oft a more endearing band, A tie more tender still. It lightens, it brightens To meet with, and greet with XI. O, how that name inspires my style! The ready measure rins as fine, Were glowrin owre my pen. "Till ance he's fairly het; And then he'll hilch, and stilt, and jimp, An' rin an unco fit : But But lest then, the beast then, 'His sweaty wizen'd hide. VOL. III. M THE THE LAMENT, OCCASIONED BY THE UNFORTUNATE ISSUE OF A FRIEND'S AMOUR. Alas! how oft does goodness wound itself! HOME. I. O THOU pale orb, that silent shines, How life and love are all a dream. |