III. Then maids and youths fhall linger here, To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore To bid his gentle spirit rest! V. And oft as Eafe and Health retire To breezy lawn, or forest deep, The friend shall view yon whitening * spire, VI. But thou, who own'fl that earthly bed, VII. Yet lives there one, whofe heedless eye But thou, lorn ftream, whofe fullen tide • Mr. Thomson was buried in Richmond church. Now Now waft me from the green hill's fide Whofe cold turf hides the buried friend! IX. And fee, the fairy vallies fade, Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view! X. The genial meads * affign'd to bless XI. Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay VERSES Written on a Paper, which contained a Piece of Bride-Cake.. E curious hands, that, hid from vulgar eyes, YE By search profane fhall find this hallow'd cake, With virtue's awe forbear the facred prize, Nor dare a theft for love and pity's fake! * Mr. Thomson refided in the neighbourhood of Richmond fome time before his death. This precious relick, form'd by magic power, Each nice ingredient chofe with happieft art; From Paphian hills, and fair Cytherea's isle ; And meeting ardours, and exulting youth. O, much intreated leave this fatal place. Thy careless steps may scare her doves away, AN AN O DE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND; CONSIDERED AS THE SUBJECT OF POETRY.. INSCRIBED TO Mr. JOHN HOME.. I.. HOME, thou retumn't from Thames, whofe Naiads long Have feen thee lingering with a fond delay, Mid thofe foft friends, whose hearts fome future day, Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic fong*. Go, not unmindful of that cordial youth † Whom, long endear'd, thou leav'ft by Lavant's fide; Together let us wish him lafting truth, And joy untainted with his destin'd bride. How truly did Collins predict Home's tragic powers! + A Gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced Home to Collins E4 Fresh Fresh to that foil thou turn'ft, where every vale Shall prompt the poet, and his fong demand: There, must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Or, ftretch'd on earth, the heart-fmit heifers lie. Such airy beings awe th' untutor'd swain: Nor thou, tho' learn'd, his homelier thoughts negle&t; Let thy fweet Mufe the rural faith sustain; These are the themes of fimple, fure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding ftrain. III. Ev'n yet preferv'd, how often may'ft thou hear, At |