156 JOHN ANDERSON John Anderson my jo, John, John Anderson my jo, John, And sleep thegither at the foot, R. BURNS. 157 THE LAND O' THE LEAL I'm wearing awa', Jean, Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean, I'm wearing awa' To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, There's neither cauld nor care, Jean, The day is ay fair In the land o' the leal. Ye were ay leal and true, Jean, And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn 's there, Jean, To the land o' the leal! Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. In the land o' the leal. LADY NAIRNE. 15 20 158 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF Ye distant spires, ye antique towers And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below 5 Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way : 10 Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade! Ah fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, To breathe a second spring. 15 20 Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen 25 To chase the rolling circle's speed 30 While some on earnest business bent Their murmuring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, And lively cheer, of vigour born ; Alas! regardless of their doom No sense have they of ills to come 35 40 45 50 Yet see how all around them wait 55 The Ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey, the murderous band ! These shall the fury Passions tear, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, That inly gnaws the secret heart, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, That mocks the tear it forced to flow; And keen Remorse with blood defiled, Lo, in the vale of years beneath A griesly troop are seen, 60 65 70 75 80 The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, 85 That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, 90 To each his sufferings: all are men, The tender for another's pain, Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, 91 And happiness too swiftly flies? 100 T. GRAY. 159 HYMN TO ADVERSITY Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to send on earth And bade to form her infant mind. With patience many a year she bore: What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, 15 And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, Light they disperse, and with them go 20 To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb array'd Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, 25 |