II. "The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast, The joyless winter-day, Let others fear, to me more dear The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine! III. Thou Pow'r Supreme, whose mighty scheme 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, Assist me to resign. * Dr. Young. THE THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT, INSCRIBED TO R. A****, Esq. Let not ambition mock their useful toil, GRAY. I, My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: Το To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, What A**** in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween! II. November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. III. At length his lonely cot appears in view, 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. IV. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e, Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw new gown, Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be. V. Wi' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet, An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers: The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a' wi' admonition due. VI. Their master's an' their mistress's command, The younkers a' are warned to obey; An' An' mind their labours wi' an eydent hand, An' ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: 'An' O! be sure to fear the LORD alway! 'An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, 'Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the LORD aright!' VII. But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak; Weel pleas'd, the mother hears its nae wild, worthless rake. VIII. Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben; A strappan youth; he taks the mother's eye; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy. But |