WINTER, A DIRGE. THE win'try west extends his blast, While tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. Let others fear,-to me more dear The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine! III. Thou Pow'r Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want-(O, do thou grant This one request of mine!) Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, M 3 THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. INSCRIBED TO R. A****, ESQ. Let not ambition mock their useful toil, GRAY. 1. My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: |