Toads with their poison, doctors with their drug, The hap- But O thou cruel stepmother and hard, Critics! appall'd I venture on the name, News and So by some hedge the generous steed deceas'd, Reviews To half-starv'd, snarling curs a dainty feast, By toil and famine worn to skin and bone, Lies, senseless of each tugging bitch's son. RHYMING REPLY TO A NOTE DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide, Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie; And trowth, your kindness, soon and late, The Lord in Heav'n reward ye! ELLISLAND. R. BURNS. IMPROMPTU LINES TO CAPTAIN ON RETURNING A NEWSPAPER YOUR News and Review, sir, I've read through and through, sir, The Papers are barren Of home-news or foreign, No murders or rapes worth the naming. Our friends, the Reviewers, But of meet or unmeet, In a fabric complete, I'll boldly pronounce they are none, sir; A new psalm My goose-quill too rude is To tell all your goodness Bestow'd on your servant, the Poet; Like a beam of the sun, And then all the world, sir, should know it! LINES TO JOHN M.MURDO, ESQ. SENT WITH SOME OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS O COULD I give thee India's wealth, Because thy joy in both would be But golden sands did never grace Then take what gold could never buy- A NEW PSALM FOR THE CHAPEL ON THE THANKSGIVING-DAY FOR HIS MAJESTY'S RECOVERY O SING a new song to the Lord; A joyful noise, even for the king The sons of Belial in the land Did set their heads together; Come, let us sweep them off, said they, The King's recovery They set their heads together, I say, Thou madest strong two chosen ones And him, among the Princes, chief The judge that's mighty in thy law, Yet they, even they, with all their strength, Even as two howling, rav'ning wolves Th' ungodly o'er the just prevail'd, And now thou hast restored our State, Pity our Kirk also For she by tribulations ; Is now brought very low. Consume that high-place, Patronage, From off thy holy hill; And in thy fury burn the book— Now hear our prayer, accept our song, A GRACE BEFORE DINNER, O THOU who kindly dost provide We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, And, if it please Thee, heavenly Guide, But, whether granted or denied, Amen! A GRACE AFTER DINNER, O THOU, in whom we live and move- And, if it please Thee, Power above! SONNET ON RECEIVING A FAVOUR 10 Aug., 1789 ADDRESSED TO ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ. OF FINTRY I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, Two |