aven their simple lives prevent
From Luxury's contagion weak and vile!
Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent,
A virtuous populace may rise the while,
And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
O Thou! who poured the patriotic tide
That streamed through Wallace's undaunted heart;
Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
Or nobly die, the second glorious part,
(The patriot's God peculiarly thou art,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!)
O never, never, Scotia's realm desert;
But still the patriot, and the patriot bard,
In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Sough.
[2] Stagger.
[3] Fire, or fireplace.
[4] By-and-by.
[5] Careful.
[6] Inquires.
[7] News.
[8] Makes.
[9] Diligent.
[10] Dally.
[11] Half.
[12] Into the spence, or parlor.
[13] Gossips.
[14] Cows.
[15] Bashful.
[16] Sheepish.
[17] Rest.
[18] Porridge.
[19] A white-faced cow.
[20] Wall.
[21] Chews her cud.
[22] Saved.
[23] Cheese.
[24] Twelvemonth.
[25] Flax was in flower.
[26] Gray locks.
[27] Chooses.
[28] Increases.
[29] Pope's 'Windsor Forest.'
[30] Pope's 'Essay on Man.'
JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go;
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN
A Dirge
When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One evening, as I wandered forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
I spied a man, whose aged step
Seemed weary, worn with care;
His face was furrowed o'er with years,
And hoary was his hair.
"Young stranger, whither wanderest thou?"
Began the reverend sage;
"Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain,
Or youthful pleasure's rage?
Or haply, pressed with cares and woes,
Too soon thou hast began
To wander forth, with me, to mourn
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