Alas! where'er the current tends, Neighbours we were, and loving friends True friends though diversely inclined; May even by contraries be joined The tear will start, and let it flow; Have sat and talked where gowans blow, What treasures would have then been placed But why go on? Oh! spare to sweep, thou mournful blast, There, too, a son, his joy and pride Soul-moving sight! Yet one to which is not denied For he is safe, a quiet bed Hath early found among the dead, And surely here it may be said And oh for thee, by pitying grace Sighing, I turned away; but ere SUGGESTED THE DAY FOLLOWING, ON THE BANKS OF NITH, NEAR THE POET'S RESIDENCE. Too frail to keep the lofty vow That must have followed when his brow Was wreathed-" The Vision " tells us how- He faltered, drifted to and fro, And passed away. Well might such thoughts, dear sister, throng In social grief- But, leaving each unquiet theme Where gentlest judgments may misdeem, Enough of sorrow, wreck, and blight: When wisdom prospered in his sight Yes, freely let our hearts expand, Freely as in youth's season bland, When side by side, his book in hand, Our pleasure varying at command Of each sweet lay. How oft inspired must he have trod Or in his nobly pensive mood, Proud thoughts that image overawes, She trained her Burns to win applause Through busiest street and loneliest glen He rules 'mid winter snows, and when Deep in the general heart of men What need of fields in some far clime Shall dwell together till old Time Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven And memory of earth's bitter leaven But why to him confine the prayer, With all that live? The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive! VII. YARROW UNVISITED. (See various poems the scene of which is laid upon the banks of the Yarrow; in particular the exquisite ballad of Hamilton, beginning "Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride, "Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town, "There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, And Dryburgh, where with chiming Tweed There's pleasant Tiviot-dale. a land Made blithe with plough and harrow; Why throw away a needful day To go in search of Yarrow? "What's Yarrow but a river bare, As worthy of your wonder." Strange words they seem'd of slight and scorn; And look'd me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow ! "Oh! green," said I, "are Yarrow's holms, Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, But we will leave it growing, O'er hilly path and open strath 66 'Let beeves and home-bred kine partake Float double, swan and shadow! "Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown! The treasured dreams of times long past, "If care with freezing years should come, Should life be dull and spirits low, "Twill soothe us in our sorrow, That earth has something yet to show, The bonny holms of Yarrow!" VIII. YARROW VISITED. AND is this-Yarrow ?-this the stream Of which my fancy cherish'd, So faithfully, a waking dream? Oh, that some ministrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness! 1803. |