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Still, thou art blest compared wi' me!
On prospects drear!
I guess an' fear!
TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY
Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,
Thy slender stem;
Thou bonie gem.
Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet,
Wi' spreckled breast,
The purpling east.
Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Amid the storm,
Thy tender form.
The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield,
O'clod or stane,
There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n,
To mis'ry's brink;
He, ruined, sink!
Full on thy bloom,
Shall be thy doom! 1786.
TO A LOUSE
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Ower gauze and lace,
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Sae fine a lady!
On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggar's hauffet squattle;
In shoals and nations,
Your thick plantations.
Now haud you there! ye're out o' sight,
Till ye 've got on it,
O' Miss's bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
Or fell red smeddum!
Wad dress your droddum!
I wad na been surprised to spy
How daur ye do't!
O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
The blastie's makin!
Are notice takin!
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
An' foolish notion;
An' ev'n devotion!
A set o' dull, conceited hashes
Plain truth to speak;
By dint o’ Greek!
Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,
Then, tho' I drudge thro' dub an' mire
At pleugh or cart,
May touch the heart. 1785.
ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH
Edina, Scotia's darling seat!
All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,
Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs.
As on the banks of Ayr I strayed,
I shelter in thy honoured shade.
Here Wealth still swells the golden tide,
As busy Trade his labours plies;
Bids elegance and splendour rise;
High wields her balance and her rod;
Seeks Science in her coy abode.
Thy sons, Edina, social, kind,
With open arms the stranger hail;
Or modest Merit's silent claim:
And never Envy blot their name!
Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded summer sky,
Dear as the raptured thrill of joy!
Heav'n's beauties on my fancy shine;
And own His work indeed divine !