Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
So may noruffian-feeling in my breast,
Discordant, jar thy bosom-chords among;
ButPeace attune thy gentle soul to rest,
Or Love, ecstatic, wake his seraph song,
OrPity’s notes, in luxury of tears,
As modest Want the tale of woe reveals;
While conscious Virtue all the strains endears,
And heaven-born Piety her sanction seals.