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a Winter Night.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss !"

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I heard na mair, for chanticleer

Shook off the pouthery snaw,
And hail'd the morning with a cheer,

A cottage-rousing craw.

But deep this truth impress'd my mind

Through all His works abroad,
The heart benevolent and kind

The most resembles God.

To a mountain Daisy,


WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flower,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure

Thy slender stem :
To spare thee now is past my power,

Thou bonny gem.

Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,
The bonny lark, companion meet,
Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet,

Wï speckled breast,
When upward springing, blithe, to greet,

The purpling east.

Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Upon thy early, humble birth ;
Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth

Amid the storm,
Scarce rear'd above the parent earth

Thy tender form.

To a mountain Daisy.

The flaunting flowers our gardens yield,
High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield ;
But thou, beneath the random bield

O'clod or stane,
Adorns the histie stibble-field,

Unseen, alane.


There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread,
Thou lifts thy unassuming head

In humble guise :
But now the share uptears thy bed,

And low thou lies!

Such is the fate of artless maid,
Sweet floweret of the rural shade!
By love's simplicity betray'd,

And guileless trust,
Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid

Low i' the dust.

To a mountain Daisy.

Such is the fate of simple bard,
On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd!
Unskilful he to note the card

Of prudent lore,
Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,

And whelm him o'er !

Such fate to suffering worth is given,
Who long with wants and woes has striven,
By human pride or cunning driven

To misery's brink,
Till, wrench'd of every stay but Heaven,

He, ruin'd, sink!

Even thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date :
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,

Full on thy bloom,
Till, crush'd beneath the furrow's weight,

Shall be thy doom !

address to Edinburgh.

Edina! Scotia's darling seat!

All hail thy palaces and towers, Where once beneath a monarch's feet

Sat Legislation's sovereign powers! From marking wildly-scatter'd flowers,

As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the lingering hours,

I shelter in thy honour'd shade.

Here wealth still swells the golden tide,

As busy Trade his labour plies; There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and splendour rise ; Here Justice, from her native skies,

High wields her balance and her rod ; There Learning, with his eagle eyes,

Seeks Science in her coy abode.

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