Had I to guid advice but harkit, I might, by this hae led a market, Or strutted in a bank an" clarkit My cash-account: While here, half-mad, half-fed, half-sarkit, Is a" th" amount.
I started, mutt"ring, blockhead! coof!
And heav"d on high my waukit loof, To swear by a" yon starry roof, Or some rash aith, That I, henceforth, would be rhyme-proof Till my last breath--
When, click! the string the snick did draw: And, jee! the door gaed to the wa"; An" by my ingle-lowe I saw, Now bleezin" bright, A tight outlandish hizzie, braw Come full in sight.
Ye need na doubt, I held my wisht; The infant aith, half-form"d, was crusht; I glowr"d as eerie"s I"d been dusht In some wild glen; When sweet, like modest worth, she blusht, And stepped ben.
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs Were twisted, gracefu", round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token; An" come to stop those reckless vows, Wou"d soon be broken.
A "hair-brain"d, sentimental trace"
Was strongly marked in her face; A wildly-witty, rustic grace Shone full upon her: Her eye, ev"n turn"d on empty s.p.a.ce, Beam"d keen with honour.
Down flow"d her robe, a tartan sheen, "Till half a leg was scrimply seen: And such a leg! my bonnie Jean Could only peer it; Sae straught, sae taper, tight, and clean, Nane else came near it.
Her mantle large, of greenish hue, My gazing wonder chiefly drew; Deep lights and shades, bold-mingling, threw A l.u.s.tre grand; And seem"d to my astonish"d view, A well-known land.
Here, rivers in the sea were lost; There, mountains to the skies were tost: Here, tumbling billows mark"d the coast, With surging foam; There, distant shone Art"s lofty boast, The lordly dome.
Here, Doon pour"d down his far-fetch"d floods; There, well-fed Irwine stately thuds: Auld hermit Ayr staw thro" his woods, On to the sh.o.r.e; And many a lesser torrent scuds, With seeming roar.
Low, in a sandy valley spread, An ancient borough rear"d her head; Still, as in Scottish story read, She boasts a race, To ev"ry n.o.bler virtue bred, And polish"d grace.
By stately tow"r, or palace fair, Or ruins pendent in the air, Bold stems of heroes, here and there, I could discern; Some seem"d to muse, some seem"d to dare, With feature stern.
My heart did glowing transport feel, To see a race[20] heroic wheel, And brandish round the deep-dy"d steel In st.u.r.dy blows; While back-recoiling seem"d to reel Their southron foes.
His Country"s Saviour,[21] mark him well!
Bold Richardton"s[22] heroic swell; The chief on Sark[23] who glorious fell, In high command; And He whom ruthless fates expel His native land.
There, where a sceptr"d Pictish shade[24]
Stalk"d round his ashes lowly laid, I mark"d a martial race portray"d In colours strong; Bold, soldier-featur"d, undismay"d They strode along.
Thro" many a wild romantic grove,[25]
Near many a hermit-fancy"d cove, (Fit haunts for friendship or for love,) In musing mood, An aged judge, I saw him rove, Dispensing good.
With deep-struck, reverential awe,[26]
The learned sire and son I saw, To Nature"s G.o.d and Nature"s law, They gave their lore, This, all its source and end to draw; That, to adore.
Brydone"s brave ward[27] I well could spy, Beneath old Scotia"s smiling eye; Who call"d on Fame, low standing by, To hand him on, Where many a Patriot-name on high And hero shone.
DUAN SECOND
With musing-deep, astonish"d stare, I view"d the heavenly-seeming fair; A whisp"ring throb did witness bear Of kindred sweet, When with an elder sister"s air She did me greet.
"All hail! My own inspired bard!
In me thy native Muse regard!
Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard, Thus poorly low!
I come to give thee such reward As we bestow.
"Know, the great genius of this land, Has many a light aerial band, Who, all beneath his high command, Harmoniously, As arts or arms they understand, Their labours ply.
"They Scotia"s race among them share; Some fire the soldier on to dare; Some rouse the patriot up to bare Corruption"s heart.
Some teach the bard, a darling care, The tuneful art.
""Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They, ardent, kindling spirits, pour; Or "mid the venal senate"s roar, They, sightless, stand, To mend the honest patriot-lore, And grace the hand.
"And when the bard, or h.o.a.ry sage, Charm or instruct the future age, They bind the wild, poetic rage In energy, Or point the inconclusive page Full on the eye.
"Hence Fullarton, the brave and young; Hence Dempster"s zeal-inspired tongue; Hence sweet harmonious Beattie sung His "Minstrel" lays; Or tore, with n.o.ble ardour stung, The sceptic"s bays.
"To lower orders are a.s.sign"d The humbler ranks of human-kind, The rustic bard, the lab"ring hind, The artisan; All choose, as various they"re inclin"d The various man.
"When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threat"ning storm some, strongly, rein; Some teach to meliorate the plain, With tillage-skill; And some instruct the shepherd-train, Blythe o"er the hill.
"Some hint the lover"s harmless wile; Some grace the maiden"s artless smile; Some soothe the lab"rer"s weary toil, For humble gains, And make his cottage-scenes beguile His cares and pains.
"Some, bounded to a district-s.p.a.ce, Explore at large man"s infant race, To mark the embryotic trace Of rustic bard: And careful note each op"ning grace, A guide and guard.
"Of these am I--Coila my name; And this district as mine I claim, Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame, Held ruling pow"r: I mark"d thy embryo-tuneful flame, Thy natal hour.
"With future hope, I oft would gaze, Fond, on thy little early ways, Thy rudely carroll"d, chiming phrase, In uncouth rhymes, Fir"d at the simple, artless lays Of other times.
"I saw thee seek the sounding sh.o.r.e, Delighted with the dashing roar; Or when the north his fleecy store Drove through the sky, I saw grim Nature"s visage h.o.a.r Struck thy young eye.
"Or when the deep green-mantled earth Warm cherish"d ev"ry flow"ret"s birth, And joy and music pouring forth In ev"ry grove, I saw thee eye the general mirth With boundless love.
"When ripen"d fields, and azure skies, Called forth the reaper"s rustling noise, I saw thee leave their evening joys, And lonely stalk, To vent thy bosom"s swelling rise In pensive walk.
"When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th" adored Name I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame.
"I saw thy pulse"s maddening play, Wild send thee pleasure"s devious way, Misled by Fancy"s meteor-ray, By pa.s.sion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from Heaven.
"I taught thy manners-painting strains, The loves, the ways of simple swains, Till now, o"er all my wide domains Thy fame extends; And some, the pride of Coila"s plains, Become thy friends.
"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 the unrivall"d rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows; Tho" large the forest"s monarch throws 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.
"To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan; Preserve the dignity of man, With soul erect; And trust, the universal plan Will all protect.
"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 pa.s.sing thought, she fled In light away.
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