III. When Spring, returning to the earth, He'll hail each op'ning bloom and fweet, And pour, by nature fir'd, the foul-enchanting lay. IV. At Summer noon-tide from the heat He'll feek in groves a green retreat, And, poring on the babbling stream, Indulge fome fweet poetic dream. When Autumn crowns the varied year, And funs a milder radiance wear, He'll walk at cool of setting day, And gaze with wistful eye on the departing ray. V. When Winter o'er the dreary plains But cheerless wastes and cloudy skies, He'll fympathize with nature's state, And mufe in mournful strains the wrecks of time and fate. VI.. VI. He nature loves in ev'ry form, Alike the funfhine and the ftorm; Nor brightest skies delight his foul More than when lightnings flash, and thunders rend the pole. VII. His is the bofom form'd to prove By joy exalted to the skies, But, ah! by grief deprefs'd, how low on earth he lies! VIII. And as each paffion rules the hour, The willing mufe fhall own its pow're Now he fall fing in am'rous strains The lover's joys, the lover's pains; Now foothing pleasure fhail infpire, Now ardent glory roufe the lyre, Now fancy's fprightly lays fhall flow, Now melancholy's ftrains move folemn, foft, and flow. IX. IX. He'll fhun the bufy haunts of noise, And scorn the wealthy's fordid joys; But chiefly in the rural cell, The mufe's haunt, he'll chufe to dwell; In nature's scenes he'll love to stray, To worldly joy and care unknown, The muse shall fill his mind, and mark him as her own. X. And though in life's fequefter'd way Unknown, unnotic'd he may ftray, Or doom'd in his disastrous state To prove the ills of partial fate; Shall bid his mem❜ry death defy, And give on wings of fame through ev'ry age to fly. TO A LADY IN A DECLINING STATE OF HEALTH. AH! where is fled each wonted charm, Ali, All, all exchang'd in youthful bloom Who, bending now with anxious eye, Vows still with thee to fhare an equal doom, SONGS SONG S Introduced in the Proceffion on laying the Foundation of a new College at Edinburgh, Nov. 16, 1789. TUNE-The Conquering Hero. SEE he comes: his way prepare,* Rend with loud acclaims the air, Loudly celebrate the day. Sprung from him † whofe mental ray, TUNE The Hero Comes. LONG,. long, difhonour of our Ifle, *The words of the fongs were, at the request of feveral gentlemen, haftily thrown together for the occafion by the Rev. John Armstrong, M. A. at that time a ftudent in the University of Edinburgh. + Napier of Merchiston, (of whom the prefent Lord Napier, who prefided at the proceffion as Grand Master Mason of Scotland, is a lineal defcendant) the famous inventor of the Logarithms, who, by the elegant hiftorian of England, is defervedly stiled, a truly Great Man. |