STANZAS ON NAETHING Extempore Epistle to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. To you, sir, this summons I've sent, I honestly answer you-naething. Ne'er scorn a poor Poet like me, Are busy employed about-naething. Poor Centum-per-centum may fast, And grumble his hurdies their claithing, He'll find, when the balance is cast, He's gane to the devil for-naething. The courtier cringes and bows, A coronet beams on his brows; Some quarrel the Presbyter gown, But every good fellow will own The lover may sparkle and glow, The Poet may jingle and rhyme, In hopes of a laureate wreathing, And when he has wasted his time, He's kindly rewarded wi'-naething. The thundering bully may rage, And swagger and swear like a heathen; But collar him fast, I'll engage, You'll find that his courage is-naething. Last night wi' a feminine whig A poet she couldna put faith in; But soon we grew lovingly big, I taught her, her terrors were naething. Her whigship was wonderful pleased, And kissed her, and promised her-naething. The priest anathèmas may threat— And now I must mount on the wave- The drowning a Poet is naething. And now, as grim death's in my thought, My service as long as ye've ought, And my friendship, by God, when ye've naething. THE FAREWELL 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 lov'd tender fair, To those whose bliss, whose beings hang upon him, The point of misery festering in his heart, THOMSON'S Edward and Eleanora. FAREWELL, Old Scotia's bleak domains, Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! A faithful brother I have left, My Smith, my bosom frien'; What bursting anguish tears my heart; All hail then, the gale then, Wafts me from thee, dear shore! It rustles, and whistles I'll never see thee more! THE CALF To the Rev. JAMES STEVEN, on his text, MALACHI, ch. iv. vers. 2. And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as CALVES of the stall." RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true, Tho' heretics may laugh; For instance, there's yoursel just now, And should some patron be so kind, I doubt na, sir, but then we'll find, But, if the lover's raptur'd hour, Forbid it, ev'ry heavenly Power, Tho' when some kind connubial dear The like has been that you may wear And, in your lug, most reverend James, Few men o' sense will doubt your claims And when ye're number'd wi' the dead, With justice they may mark your head- NATURE'S LAW-A POEM Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. "Great Nature spoke: observant man obey'd "-POPE. LET other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other poets sing of wars, The plagues of human life: Shame fa' the fun, wi' sword and gun To slap mankind like lumber! Great Nature spoke, with air benign, Be fruitful and increase. The liquid fire of strong desire I've pour'd it in each bosom; Here, on this hand, does Mankind stand, The Hero of these artless strains, Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains, Kind Nature's care had given his share He felt the powerful, high behest And sought a correspondent breast, Propitious Powers screen'd the young flow'rs, From mildews of abortion; And low! the bard-a great reward— Has got a double portion! Auld cantie Coil may count the day, As annual it returns, The third of Libra's equal sway, That gave another Burns, With future rhymes, an' other times, To emulate his sire: To sing auld Coil in nobler style Ye Powers of peace, and peaceful song, |