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But, gien the body half an e'e,
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Do what I dought to set her free,
The mournfu' sang I here enclose
And [wish and] pray in rhyme sincere,
WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL OVER THE CHIMNEY-PIECE, IN THE PARLOUR OF THE INN AT KENMORE, TAYMOUTH.
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
1 The original manuscript of this piece is in the possession of Miss Grace Aiken, Ayr.
My savage journey, curious, I pursue,
The outstretching lake, imbosomed 'mong the hills,
The eye with wonder and amazement fills;
Poetic ardours in my bosom swell,
Here Poesy might wake her Heaven-taught lyre, And look through nature with creative fire; Here to the wrongs of Fate half reconciled, Misfortune's lightened steps might wander wild; And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds, Find balm to soothe her bitter, rankling wounds: Here heart-struck Grief might heavenward stretch her scan,
And injured Worth forget and pardon man.
THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.
TUNE-The Birks of Abergeldy.
The beautiful falls of Moness, at Aberfeldy, excited the poet to verse; but on this occasion it came in a lyric form, for he remembered a simple old ditty, called the Birks of Abergeldy, referring to a place in Aberdeenshire, and struck by the nearly identical name of this spot, his thoughts fell into harmony with the tune possessing his mind.
BONNY lassie, will ye go,
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
The little birdies blithely sing,
While o'er their heads the hazels hing, hang
The braes ascend, like lofty wa's,
The hoary cliffs are crowned wi' flowers,
Let Fortune's gifts at random flee,
HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER 1 TO THE NOBLE DUKE OF ATHOLE.
My lord, I know your noble ear
1"The first object of interest that occurs upon the public road after leaving Blair, is a chasm in the hill on the right hand, through which the little river Bruar falls over a series of beautiful cascades. Formerly, the Falls of the Bruar were unadorned by wood; but the poet Burns, being conducted to
How saucy Phoebus' scorching beams,
The lightly-jumpin' glowrin' trouts,
That through my waters play,
If, in their random, wanton spouts,
Wi' half my channel dry: A panegyric rhyme, I ween,
Even as I was he shored me; But had I in my glory been,
He, kneeling, wad adored me.
Last day I grat wi' spite and teen, wept - vexation As Poet Burns came by,
That to a bard I should be seen
see them (September 1787,) after visiting the Duke of Athole, recommended that they should be invested with that necessary decoration. Accordingly, trees have been thickly planted along the chasm, and are now far advanced to maturity. Throughout this young forest a walk has been cut, and a number of fantastic little grottos erected for the conveniency of those who visit the spot. The river not only makes several distinct falls, but rushes on through a channel, whose roughness and haggard sublimity adds greatly to the merits of the scene, as an object of interest among tourists." Picture of Scotland.