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When, soon or late, they reach that coast,
O’er Life’s rough ocean driven,
May they rejoice, no wand’rer lost,
A family in Heaven.

*PRAYER – O THOU DREAD POWER

Lord help me thro’ this warld o’ care!
I’m weary-sick o’t late and air!
Not but I hae a richer share
Than monie ithers;
But why should ae man better fare,
And a’ men brithers?

*EPISTLE TO DR. BLACKLOCK

I was the Queen o’ bonie France,
Where happy I hae been;
Fu’ lightly rase I in the morn,
As blythe lay down at e’en ;
And I’m the sov’reign of Scotland,
And monie a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in foreign bands,
And never ending care.

*LAMENT OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS

May He who gives the rain to pour,
And wings the blast to blaw,
Protect thee frae the driving show’r,
The bitter frost and snaw!

*ON THE BIRTH OF A POSTHUMOUS CHILD

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flow’r, it’s bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white – then melts for ever.

*TAM O’ SHANTER

If envious buckies view wi’ sorrow,
Thy lengthen’d days on thy blest morrow,
May Desolation’s lang-teeth’d harrow,
Nine miles an hour,
Rake them, like Sodom and Gomorrah,
In brunstane stoure!

*EPISTLE TO JOHN MAXWELL, ESQ., OF TERRAUGHTIE

Beneath this cold, green sod lies dead,
That once bewitching dame
That fired Edina’s lustful sons,
And quench’d their glowing flame.

*TO THE MEMORY OF THE UNFORTUNATE MISS BURNS 1791

‘To whom hae much, more shall be given,’
Is every great man’s faith;
But he, the helpless, needful wretch,
Shall lose the might he hath.

*ON SOME COMMEMORATIONS OF THOMSON

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!

*AE FOND KISS

Still going good Penny.
Was back again last year but the wee man is suffering.
50 times I've been back in 50 years. So whilst I left I never really

Nae mair ungen’rous wish I hae,
Nor stronger in my breast,
Than, if I canna mak thee sae,
At least to see thee blest.
Content am I, if Heaven shall give
But happiness to thee,
And, as wi’ thee I wish to live,
For thee I’d bear to dee.

*IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONIE FACE

Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonie face o’ thine,
And my heart is stounds wi’ anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.

*BONIE WE THING