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To lower Orders are affign'd

The humbler ranks of Human-kind,

The ruftic Bard, the lab'ring Hind,

'The Artisan;

'All chuse, as, various they're inclin'd,

'The various man.

• WHEN yellow waves the heavy grain,

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The threat'ning Storm, some, strongly rein;

• Some teach to meliorate the plain,

• With tillage-skill;

And fome instruct the shepherd-train,
'Blythe o'er the hill.

'SOME hint the Lover's harmless wile;

'Some grace the Maiden's artless smile; 'Some foothe the Lab'rer's weary toil,

For humble gains,

'And

• And make his cottage-scenes beguile

His cares and pains.

SOME bounded to a district-space,

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

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• In uncouth rhymes,

Thy rudely-caroll'd, chiming phrafe,

Fir'd at the simple, artless lays

Of other times.

• I SAW thee seek the founding shore,

• Delighted with the dashing roar;

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Or when the North his fleecy store

Drove thro' the sky,

I faw grim Nature's visage hoar,

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 faw thee eye the gen'ral mirth

With boundless love.

WHEN

• WHEN ripen'd fields, and azure skies, • Call'd forth the Reapers rastling noise, I faw thee leave their ev'ning joys,

'And lonely stalk,

'To vent thy bosom's swelling rife,

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'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,

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'I SAW thy pulse's maddening play,

'Wild-fend thee Pleasure's devious way,

'Mifled by Fancy's meteor-ray,

By Paffion driv'n;

But

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,

w, o'er all my wide domains,

Thy fame extends;

* And fome, the pride of Coila's plains,

Become thy friends,

* THOU canfst not learn, nor I can show,

• To paint with Thomson's landscape-glow;

Or wake the bofom-melting throe,

• With Shensione's art;

'Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow,
'Warm on the heart.

YET, all beneath th' unrivall'd Rofe,

The lowly Daisy sweetly blows;

VOL. I.

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