Oft, honor'd with supreme command, Which none but craftsmen ever saw! Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Those happy scenes, when far awa’. III. May freedom, harmony, and love, IV. And you, farewell! whose merits claim, One round, I ask it with a tear, To him -the Bard that's far awa'! FAREWELL TO ELIZA. TUNE-"Gilderoy." I. FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, II. .Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, A boding voice is in mine ear, While death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh' 11* HIGHLAND MARY. TUNE "Katharine Ogie." YE banks, and braes, and streams around . The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, Wi' many a vow, and lock'd embrace, But oh! fell death's untimely frost That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary! O, pale, pale now, those rosy lips, And clos'd, for ay, the sparkling glance That heart that lo'd me dearly! TO MARY IN HEAVEN. THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild-woods, thick'ning, green The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy blissful place of rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? ELEGY ON THE LATE MISS BURNET, OF MONBODDO. LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget? In thee, high Heav'n above was truest shown, In vain ye flaunt in summer's pride, ye groves; |