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THE following poems, found among the MSS of Mr. Burns, are now for the first time presented to the Public.
Copy of a poetical address to Mr. William Tytler, with
the present of the bard's picture.
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,
Of Stuart, a name once respected, A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,
But now 'tis despised and neglected :
Tho’some thing like moisture conglobes in my eye,
Let no one misdeem me disloyal ; A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh,
Still more, if that wand'rer were royal.
My fathers, that name have rever'd on a throne;
My fathers have fallen to right it; Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son,
That name should he scoffingly slight it.
Still in prayers for K-G- I most heartily join,
The Q-, and the rest of the gentry, Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine ;
Their title's avow'd by my country.
But why of that epocha make such a fuss,
But loyalty truce! we're on dangerous ground,
Who knows how the fashions may alter, The doctrine, to day, that is loyalty sound,
To-morrow may bring us a halter.
I send you a trifle, a head of a bard,
A trifle scarce worthy your care;
Sincere as a saint's dying prayer.
Now life's chilly evening dim shades on your eye,
And ushers the long dreary night; But you
like the star that athwart gilds the sky, Your course to the latest is bright.
My My muse jilted me here, and turned a corner on me, and I have not got again into her good graces. Do me the justice to believe me sincere in my grateful remembrance of the many civilities you have honoured me with since I came to Edinburgh, and in assuring you that I have the honor to be