• Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape-glow; • Or wake the bosom-melting throe,

With Shenstone's art;

'Or pour with Gray, the moving flow

'Warm on the heart.

. Yet all beneath th' unrivall'd rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows;

'Tho' large the forest's monarch throws

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'His army shade,

Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,

'Adown the glade.

Then never murmur nor repine;

Strive in thy humble sphere to shine;

And, trust me, not Potosi's mine,

Nor king's regard,

⚫ Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine,

'A rustic Bard.

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To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan;

• Preserve the Dignity of Man,

And wear thou this'-she solemn said, And bound the Holly round my head:

The polish'd leaves, and berries red,

Did rustling play;

And, like a passing thought, she fled

In light away.

PUBLISHED JAN.: 1814, BY T. CADELL & W. DAVIES, STRAND, LONDON.

ADDRESS

TO THE

UNCO GUID,

OR THE

RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS.

My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither;
The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in ;
So ne'er a fellow-creature slight

For random fits o' daffin.

SOLOMON.-Eccles. ch. vii. ver. 16.

I.

OVE wha are sae guid yoursel,

Sae pious and sae holy,

Ye've nought to do but mark and tell

Your neebour's fauts and folly!

VOL. III.

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