Address to Edinburgh. With awe-struck thought, and pitying tears, Famed heroes! had their royal home: Alas! how changed the times to come! Their royal name low in the dust! Their hapless race wild-wandering roam! Though rigid law cries out, 'Twas just. Wild beats my heart to trace your steps, Haply, my sires have left their shed, Edina! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and towers, Where once beneath a monarch's feet Sat Legislation's sovereign powers! From marking wildly-scatter'd flowers, As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd, And singing, lone, the lingering hours, I shelter in thy honour'd shade. The Brigs of Ayr. INSCRIBED TO JOHN BALLANTYNE, ESQ., AYR. THE simple bard, rough at the rustic plough, Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green-thorn bush; Or deep-toned plovers, gray, wild-whistling o'er the hill: Shall he, nurst in the peasant's lowly shed, To hardy independence bravely bred, By early poverty to hardship steel'd, And train'd to arms in stern Misfortune's field-- With all the venal soul of dedicating prose? |