WHILE virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, While Summer with a matron grace Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace While Autumn, benefactor kind, While maniac Winter rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows, Rousing the turbid torrent's roar, Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows: So long, sweet Poet of the year, Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won; While Scotia, with exulting tear, Proclaims that THOMSON was her son. EPITAPHS. EPITAPHS. ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. HERE SOwter **** in death does sleep; To h-ll, if he's gane thither, He'll haud it weel thegither. ON ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin b-tch ON WEE JOHNNY. Hic jacet wee Johnnie. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know, An' here his body lies fu' low- FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER. O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The The pitying heart that felt for human woe; FOR R. A. ESQ. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame FOR G. H. ESQ. THE poor man weeps here G-n sleeps, VOL. III. * Goldsmith. X A BARD'S |