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She left a tender pledge of love,
To shew how seraphs smile above.
Now mercy's cup with blessings fraught,
Pours forth affliction's wholesome draught,
A wholesome draught-yet drunk in vain,
If still the bitterest dregs remain,
If still with impious discontent
We murmur at the blessings lent
Or think the fruits of Paradise
Too early ripened for the skies,
And wish thro' wint'ry life to view
Their slow decay and faded hue ;
Or like my fond presumptuous strain,
Lament as if they liv'd in vain ;
On dear lov'd CHARLOTTE's early tomb:
Then let us mourn youth's withering bloom,
There will I lay my torpid lyre,
No more to glow with lambent fire;
No more to soothe the partial ear
With strains that friendship lov’d to hear,
Unless with nobler ardour blest,
Some holier transport fire my breast,
The strain exalt,--the note refine,
And raise my moral to divine !

TO

LADY CLAN,

WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM

ON MEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER

AND THREE OTHER LADIES AT AN INN

ON THE ROAD BETWIXT PERTH

AND LAGGAN.

I will tell you now,
" What never yet was heard in tale or song,
From old or modern bard, in hall or lower."

MILTON.

may know,

Dear LADY Clan, you

well
At least I've told you long ago,
In all things lawful and expedient,
You'd ever find me most obedient ;
This gratitude and friendship bid,
They're ties of which I can't get rid ;

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(Tho' some to pride and envy martyrs,
Conceal them as they would their garters ;)
Yet making lists of obligations,
Is so like owning poor relations,
It makes one feel so shy and backward,
And in good company look aukward; ;
On second thought 'twill answer better;
Ere I conclude this rhyming letter,
Instead of owning favours due,
In long detail from me to you,
To send you here a brief recital
Of what I've given you in requital ;
Then having set my mind at rest,
At leisure answer your request.

And first, the Muse that sixteen years
With night-cap drawn about her ears,
Lay in lethargic deep repose,
Nor teiz'd. by friends, nor scorn'd by foes,
I wak’d, you well remember when, ,
To celebrate your turkey-hen ;
And as she rubb’d her drowsy eyes,
And saw the bird's white spirit rise,
A spark of inspiration came
And kindled

up the torpid dame, To sing the happy annual feast Where HYMEN smiles on every guest.

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Whenever since I wak'd the lyre,
'Twas to comply with your desire ;
The total sum, whate'er the amount,
Shall all be set to your account :
Now let me trace with backward view
The favours thus conferr'd on you.

And first the playful varied lay *
I sung to cheat the lonely way,
(While frozen winter chill'd my fancy)
Tho' chiefly meant to please my Nancy,
Was to your partial praises owing,
That set my grateful breast a-glowing,
And cheer'd me up with self-dependence,
To hope the Muse's prompt attendance :
Encourag'd thus along the road,
Description smooth and lofty ode
Fill'd

up

the middle, while hoth ends Were hung with portraits of

my friends, To cheer my soul, whene'er I mist them, So like, that I had almost kist them.

Next, for my neighbour Sybil's sake, I bade the willing Muse áwake, And tell what magic ties around Young HUNTLY's limbs the beldam bound.

* Journal from Glasgow to Laggan.

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Then liquid accents soft and clear
Stole gently on attention's ear ;
The blue-hair’d nymph of yonder brook,
In more than mortal language spoke,
And bade aerial music swell,
To woo fair CHARLOTTE to her cell *
With feeble imitative strain
I strove to catch the sounds in vain.

Next I essay'd the up-hill road
Of “ break-neck dythyrambic ode,”
Denounc'd on Spain perpetual vengeance,
And blest CHIAPA and his Indians;
Till dizzy and bewilder'd grown,
The attempt beyond my powers I own.

The smarting wounds of recent woe Now bid th' unstudied measure flow; While wakeful anguish thro' the gloom Of midnight weeps the fate of MoOME ! That night so dismal and so long, I strove in vain to cheat with And when with dusky mantle grey T'he weeping morn brought in the day, The frequent shower and sighing wind With mournful cadence sooth'd my mind.

song :

* See the Nymph of the Fountain to CHARLOTTE.

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