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Through weary winter's wind and rain,
The bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle.
Then pride might climb the slippery steep, Where fame and honours lofty shine; And thirst of gold might tempt the deep, Or downward seek the Indian mine; Give me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks, or till the soil, And every day has joys divine
With the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle.
TO MR. JOHN KENNEDY.
(Between 3d and 16th August, 1786.)
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid-luck hit you,
"The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer? Or what does he regard his single woes? But when, alas! he multiplies himself,
To dearer selves, to the loved tender fair,
THOMSON'S Edward and Eleanora.
FAREWELL, Old Scotia's bleak domains,
Where rich ananas blow!
Farewell, a mother's blessing dear!
Of my parental care,
A faithful brother I have left,
Adieu too, to you too,
My Smith, my bosom frien';
What bursting anguish tears my heart!
Thou, weeping, answ'rest "No!"
All-hail then, the gale then,
Wafts me from thee, dear shore !
It rustles, and whistles
I'll never see thee more!
LINES WRITTEN ON A BANK-NOTE.1
WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf,
1 "The above verses, in the handwriting of Burns, are copied from a bank-note, in the possession of Mr. James F. Gracie of Dumfries. The note is of the Bank of Scotland, and is dated so far back as 1st March, 1780." — MOTHER
And, for thy potence, vainly wished
For lack o' thee I leave this much-loved shore,
ON A BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE POEMS, PRESENTED TO AN OLD SWEETHEART,1 THEN MARRIED.
ONCE fondly loved, and still remembered dear, Sweet early object of my youthful vows! Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere — Friendship! 'tis all cold duty now allows.
And when you read the simple artless rhymes, One friendly sigh for him—he asks no more, Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath the Atlantic's roar.
1 According to Dr. Currie, this old sweetheart was a girl whom the poet had seen at Kirkoswald, when he was attending school there. If so, she was a Mrs. Neilson, living in Ayr.
VERSES WRITTEN UNDER VIOLENT
ACCEPT the gift a friend sincere
Though 'twad my sorrows lessen.
My morning raise sae clear and fair,
My peace, my hope, for ever!
You think I'm glad; oh, I pay weel
In solitude then, then I feel
Farewell! within thy bosom free
A tear may wet thy laughin' e'e,
ance gay like thee Now hopeless, comfortless, forsaken!
1 These verses were probably written, like the preceding, on a copy of the volume of poems. They were first published in the Sun newspaper, April, 1823.