Thou paints auld nature to the nines,* Nae gowden stream thro' myrtles twines, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, In gowany glens thy burnie strays, Where bonnie lasses bleach their claes; Or trots by hazelly shaws and braes, Wi' hawthorns gray, Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays Thy rural loves are nature's sel; That charm that can the strongest quell, The sternest move, SKETCH. * To the nines-exactly. E. SKETCH. NEW YEAR'S DAY. To MRS. DUNLOP. THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, The absent lover, minor heir, In vain assail him with their prayer; Coila's Coila's fair Rachel's care to day,' And blooming Keith 's engaged with Gray ;) From housewife cares a minute borrow-That grandchild's cap will do to-morrowAnd join with me a moralizing, This day's propitious to be wise in. And what is this day's strong suggestion? Whether This young lady was drawing a picture of Coila, from the Vision, p. 99. Whether as heavenly glory bright, And live as those who never die. Tho' you, with days and honors crown'd, (A sight life's sorrows to repulse, Others now claim your chief regard; EXTEMPORE, EXTEMPORE ON THE LATE MR. WM. SMELLIE, Author of the Philosophy of Natural History, and Member of the Antiquarian and Royal Societies of Edinburgh. To Crochallan came* The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout, the same; Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting, rude, * Mr. Smellie, and our poet, were both members of a club in Edinburgh, under the name of Crochallan Fencibles. POETICAL |