Maks hours like minutes, hand in hand, The magic wand then let us wield; Wi' wrinkled face, climbed age Comes hostin', hirplin' owre the coughing-limping field, Wi' creepin' pace. When ance life's day draws near the gloamin', Then fareweel vacant careless roamin'; And fareweel dear, deluding woman, The joy of joys! Oh, Life! how pleasant in thy morning, twilight Like school-boys, at the expected warning, We wander there, we wander here, And though the puny wound appear, Short while it grieves. Some, lucky, find a flowery spot, But care or pain; And, haply, eye the barren hut Without With steady aim some fortune chase; Then cannie, in some cozie place, They close the day. quietly And others, like your humble servan', They zigzag on; Till curst with age, obscure and starvin', Alas! what bitter toil and straining- E'en let her gang! Beneath what light she has remaining, My pen I here fling to the door, And kneel, "Ye Powers," and warm implore, "Though I should wander Terra o'er, In all her climes, Grant me but this, I ask no more, Aye rowth o' rhymes. "Gie dreeping roasts to country lairds, And yill and whisky gie to cairds, "A title, Dempster 1 merits it; A garter gie to Willie Pitt; Gie wealth to some be-ledgered cit, In cent. per cent.; But give me real, sterling wit, And I'm content. ale abundance are nauseated 'While ye are pleased to keep me hale, oatmeal-gruel 1 George Dempster of Dunnichen, then a conspicuous orator in parliament, and a friend to all patriotic institutions in His native land. He commenced his parliamentary career in 1762, closed it in 1790, and died in 1818 at the age of eighty two. 2 Broth made without meat. Wi' cheerfu' face, As lang's the Muses dinna fail An anxious e'e I never throws Sworn foe to Sorrow, Care, and Prose, ear stoop serious Oh ye douce folk, that live by rule, Your hearts are just a standing-pool, Your lives a dike! Nae hairbrained, sentimental traces, In arioso trills and graces Ye never stray, But gravissimo, solemn basses Ye hum away. Ye are sae grave, nae doubt ye're wise; Nae ferly though ye do despise The hairum-scairum, ram-stam boys, The rattling squad: wall wonder heedless I see you upward cast your eyes Ye ken the road. Whilst I- but I shall haud me there - Content with you to mak a pair, THE VISION. There was at this time a contention going on in Burns's mind between the sad consideration of his position in life and those poetical tendencies which might be interpreted as partly the cause of that position being so low. This contention we see traced in the several epistles he had written to his brother poets, Sillar, Lapraik, and Simpson, and to his friend Smith, during the course of the present year of flowing inspiration. It might have been easy for any of these individuals to see, that if Burns only could be a successful man of the world by an utter abandonment of the Muse, he never could be so at all, for he invariably ends by taking his rhyming power as a quittance of fortune. At length we have the final struggle be tween these two contending principles, and the tri |