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Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
Within the bush, her covert nest,
Sae early in the morning.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
So thou, dear bird, young Jenny fair!
That tents thy early morning. So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay, Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day, And bless the parent's evening ray
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,
Never mayst thou, lovely flower,
Never Eurus' poisonous breath,
Nor even Sol too fiercely view
Mayst thou long, sweet crimson gem,
Shed thy dying honours round,
The loveliest form she e'er gave birth.
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
Blest be the wild, sequestered shade,
The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my fleeting breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.
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 heart,
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.