O Henderson! the man! the brother! Go to your sculptured tombs, ye Great, But by thy honest turf I'll wait, Thou man of worth! And weep the ae best fellow's fate E'er lay in earth. THE EPITAPH. Stop, passenger! my story's brief; For Matthew was a poor man. That passest by this grave, man, There moulders here a gallant heart; For Matthew was a brave man. If thou on men, their works and ways, Canst throw uncommon light, man; Here lies wha weel had won the praise, For Matthew was a bright man. If thou at friendship's sacred ca' Wad life itself resign, man; The sympathetic tear maun fa', For Matthew was a kind man. If thou art staunch without a stain, For Matthew was a true man. If thou hast wit, and fun, and fire, If ony whiggish whingin sot To blame poor Matthew dare, man; THE LAMENT. OCCASIONED BY THE UNFOR- O thou pale orb, that silent shines, Beneath thy wan unwarming beam; I joyless view thy rays adorn The faintly-marked distant hill: Thou busy power, Remembrance, cease! Ah! must the agonizing thrill For ever bar returning peace! No idly-feign'd poetic pains, My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim; No fabled tortures, quaint and tame : Encircled in her clasping arms, How have the raptured moments flown! How have I wish'd for fortune's charms, For her dear sake, and hers alone! And must I think it! is she gone, My secret heart's exulting boast ? Oh! can she bear so base a heart, The plighted husband of her youth? Her way may lie through rough distress! Then, who her pangs and pains will soothe, Her sorrows share, and make them less? Ye winged hours that o'er us past, Enraptured more, the more enjoy'd, Your dear remembrance in my breast, My fondly-treasured thoughts employ'd. That breast, how dreary now, and void, For her too scanty once of room! Even every ray of hope destroy'd, And not a wish to gild the gloom! The morn that warns the' approaching day, That I must suffer, lingering, slow. And when my nightly couch I try, Reigns haggard-wild, in sore affright : From such a horror-breathing night. O! thou bright queen, who o'er the' expanse Now highest reign'st, with boundless sway! Oft has thy silent-marking glance Observed us, fondly-wandering, stray! The time, unheeded, sped away, While love's luxurious pulse beat high, Beneath thy silver-gleaming ray, To mark the mutual-kindling eye. Oh! scenes in strong remembrance set! Scenes, if in stupor I forget, Again I feel, again I burn! LAMENT FOR JAMES, EARL OF GLENCAIRN. The wind blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods That waved o'er Lugar's winding stream; Beneath a craigy steep, a bard, Laden with years and meikle pain, In loud lament bewail'd his lord, Whom death had all untimely ta'en. He lean'd him to an ancient aik, Whose trunk was mouldering down with years; His locks were bleached white wi' time! Can gladness bring again to me. "I am a bending aged tree, That long has stood the wind and rain; But now has come a cruel blast, And my last hold of earth is gane: Nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring, Nae simmer sun exalt my bloom; But I maun lie before the storm, And ithers plant them in my room. |