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Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
Within the bush, her covert nest,
She soon shall see her tender brood,
So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair!
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That watched thy early morning.
TO MISS CRUIKSHANK, A VERY YOUNG
WRITTEN ON THE BLANK-LEAF OF A BOOK PRESENTED TO HER BY THE AUTHOR.
BEAUTEOUS Rose-bud, young and gay,
Mayst thou long, sweet crimson gem,
WHERE BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S
TUNE- Neil Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny.
The two following songs, in honor of Miss Margaret Chalmers, were designed for publication in the second volume of Johnson's Museum. Of the personal attractions of Miss Chalmers, it could at the utmost be said, as Burns did say, that they were above the medium. She was, however, a woman of spirit, talent, and boundless love of things literary.
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms,
Far in their shade my Peggy's charms
A lonely gem surveys,
Blest be the wild, sequestered shade,
MY PEGGY'S FACE.
TUNE- My Peggy's Face.
Mr Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,
The lily's hue, the rose's dye,
ADDRESS TO MR. WILLIAM TYTLER.
SENT WITH A SILHOUETTE PORTRAIT.
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,1
Of Stuart, a name once respected
A name which to love was the mark of a true
But now 'tis despised and neglected.
Though something like moisture conglobes in my
Let no one misdeem me disloyal;
A poor friendless wanderer may well claim a sigh, Still more, if that wanderer were royal.
My fathers that name have revered 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 King George I most heartily join,
The Queen, and the rest of the gentry; Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine, Their title's avowed by my country.
1 Mr. Tytler had published, in 1759, An Inquiry, Historical and Critical, into the Evidence against Mary Queen of Scots.