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A VERY YOUNG LADY:
WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A BOOK,
PRESENTED TO HER BY THE AUTHOR.
BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and gay,
Nor even Sol too fiercely view
Mayst thou long, sweet crimson gem, Richly deck thy native stem; Till some ev'ning, sober, calm, Dropping dews, and breathing balm, While all around the woodland rings, And ev'ry bird thy requiem sings; Thou, amid the dirgeful sound, Shed thy dying honours round, And resign to parent earth The loveliest form she e'er gave birth.
READING IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH
JOHN MʻLEOD, ESQ.,
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A PARTICULAR
FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR's.
Sad thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms :
From Isabella's arms.
Sweetly deckt with pearly dew
The morning rose may blow;
May lay its beauties low.
Fair on Isabella's morn
The sun propitious smil'd; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds
Succeeding hopes beguild.
Fate oft tears the bosom chords
That nature finest strung: So Isabella's heart was form’d,
And so that heart was wrung.
Dread Omnipotence, alone,
Can heal the wound He gave; Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes
To scenes beyond the grave.
Virtue's blossoms there shall blow,
And fear no withering blast; There Isabella's spotless worth
Shall happy be at last.
BRUAR WATER *
NOBLE DUKE OF ATHOLE.
My Lord, I know your noble ear
Woe ne'er assails in vain;
Your humble slave complain,
* Bruar Falls, in Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful ; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs.