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Farewell tbe glen sae busby, 0!
* This is an early production, and seems to have been written on Highland Mary.
On Mrs. --'s birth day, 4th Nov. 1793.
OLD winter with his frosty beard,
Now Jove for once be mighty civil,
ADDRESS TO A LADY.
OH wert thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea My plaidie to the angry airt,
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did misfortune's bitter storms
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom,
To share it a' to share it a'.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desart were a paradise,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch o’the globe,
Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign; The brightest jewel in my crown,
Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
TO A YOUNG LADY,
MISS JESSY L-, DUMFRIES;
With Books which the Bard presented her.
THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair,
Written on the 25th January, 1793, the birth-day of the Author, on hearing a tbrush sing in a
SING on sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough,
Sing on sweet bird, I listen to thy strain,
See aged winter ’mid his surly reign,
So in lone poverty's dominion drear,
Sits meek content with light unanxious heart,
Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part, Nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear.
I thank thee, author of this opening day!
Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies!
Riches denied, thy boon was purer joys, What wealth could never give nor take away!
Yet come thou child of poverty and care,