And on thy lips I seal my vow, And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, &c. SONG-MARY MORISON O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Yestreen, when to the trembling string I sat, but neither heard nor saw: I sigh'd, and said among them a', Oh, Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, A thought ungentle canna be HC VI WINTER: A DIRGE THE wintry west extends his blast, Or the stormy north sends driving forth While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. "The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast," Let others fear, to me more dear The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here firm I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want-O do Thou grant A PRAYER UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are all Thy works below. Thy creature here before Thee stands, Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, But, if I must afflicted be, To suit some wise design, Then man my soul with firm resolves, PARAPHRASE OF THE FIRST PSALM THE man, in life wherever plac'd, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor from the seat of scornful pride But with humility and awe Still walks before his God. That man shall flourish like the trees, But he whose blossom buds in guilt For why? that God the good adore, THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM VERSIFIED O THOU, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Before the mountains heav'd their heads That Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds From countless, unbeginning time Was ever still the same. Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us so vast, Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man, Again Thou say'st, "Ye sons of men, Thou layest them, with all their cares, 'As with a flood Thou tak'st them off They flourish like the morning flow'r But long ere night cut down it lies A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause In whose dread presence, ere an hour, If I have wander'd in those paths As something, loudly, in my breast, Thou know'st that Thou hast formèd me Where human weakness has come short, Do Thou, All-Good-for such Thou art- Where with intention I have err'd, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness still STANZAS, ON THE SAME OCCASION WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? |