There's the pilensuse o' the heart,
The loves un ta trau's

Ye has your Mop your dearest part,
And I my darling fant

It warms me, it charms me,

To mention but her name:
It heats me, it beets me,

An' sets me a' on flame!

O all ye Pow'rs who rule above!
O Thou whose very self art love!
Thou know'st my words sincere!
The life-blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly dear!
When heart-corroding care and grief
Deprive my soul of rest,

Her dear idea brings relief,

And solace to my breast.
Thou Being, All-seeing,

O hear my fervent pray'r;
Still take her, and make her
Thy most peculiar care!

All hail! ye tender feelings dear!
The smile of love, the friendly tear,
The sympathetic glow!

Long since, this world's thorny ways
Had number'd out my weary days,

Had it not been for you!

Fate still has blest me with a friend,
In ev'ry care and ill;

And oft a more endearing band

A tie more tender still.

It lightens, it brightens
The tenebrific scene,

To meet with, and greet with
My Davie, or my Jean!

O, how that name inspires my style!
The words come skelpin, rank an' file,

Amaist before I ken!

The ready measure rins as fine,
As Phœbus an' the famous Nine

Were glowrin owre my pen.

O THOU, who in the heavens Sces well.

Who, as a pleases best Thysel.

Sends are to heaven an' ten to bell,

A' for Thy glory,

And no for any gude or

They've done afore Thee!

I bless and praise Thy matchless might,
When thousands Thou hast left in night,
That I am here afore Thy sight,

For gifts an' grace

A burning and a shining light

To a' this place.

What was I, or my generation,
That I should get sic exaltation,
I wha deserve most just damnation
For broken laws,

Five thousand years ere my creation,
Thro' Adam's cause?

When frae my mither's womb I fell, Thou might hae plungèd me in hell, To gnash my gums, to weep and wail, In burnin lakes,

Where damned devils roar and yell,

Chain'd to their stakes.

Yet I am here a chosen sample,

To show thy grace is great and ample;
I'm here a pillar o' Thy temple,

O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear, When drinkers drink, an' swearers swear, An' singin there, an' dancin here,

Wi' great and sma';

For I am keepit by Thy fear

Free frae them a'.

But yet, O Lord! confess I must,
At times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust:
An' sometimes, too, in warldly trust,
Vile self gets in;

But Thou remembers we are dust,

Defil'd wi' sin.

O Lord! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' MegThy pardon I sincerely beg,

O! may't ne'er be a livin plague

To my dishonour,

An' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg

Again upon her.

Besides, I farther maun allow,

Wi' Leezie's lass, three times I trow

But Lord, that Friday I was fou,

When I cam near her;

Or else, Thou kens, Thy servant true

Wad never steer her.

Jute Treater and morn,

Fur and high shou'd turn,
That he's sae gifted:

Itar maur een be borne,
Thi That hit it.

Lra nes The chosen in this place,
For her That has chosen race:
But Gat cantaunt ther stubborn face,
Ar has her name,

being Theders te Eisgrace
Ar public shame.

Lei mad Gew`n Hamilton's deserts; He drinks in swears, an plays at cartes, Yet has sie moN BÈT LA

W: great and sma',

Frae God's aiz priest the people's hearts He steals aw2.

An' when we dusend him therefor,
Thon kens bow be bred sic a spiore,
An' set the warld in a roar

O'laughing at us;—

Curse Thou his basket and his store,
Kai an' potatoes.

Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray't,

Against that Presbyt'ry o' Avr;

Thy strong right hand, Lord, make it bare Upo' their heads;

Lord visit them, an' dinna spare,

For their misdeeds.

O Lord, my God! that glib-tongu'd Aiken, My vera heart and flesh are quakin,

To think how we stood sweatin', shakin, An' p-'d wi' dread,

While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,

Held up his head.