In every pang that rends the heart, With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Sir William Jones. AN ODE. WHAT Constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound, Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. With powers as far above dull brutes endued As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill; Smit by her sacred frown The fiend discretion like a vapour sinks, And e'en th' all dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. Such was this heaven-loved isle, Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore ! Shall Britons languish, and be men no more? Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave, "Tis folly to decline, . And steal inglorious to the silent grave. Burns. THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. My loved, my honoured, much respected friend, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; This night his weekly moil is at an end, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, The expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee, Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drappin in, Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be. Wi' joy unfeigned brothers and sisters meet, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new, The father mixes a' wi' admonition due. |