The Poetical Works of John Struthers, with Autobiography
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THE POETICAL WORKS JOHN STRUTHEBS, WITH AUTOBIOGRAPHY. Make ine to understand th way of thy precepta; so shall I talk of thy wondrous works. Holy Scripture*. VOL. II. LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND DUBLIN: A. FULLARTON AND CO, 1850, KDINBDUGH : Plil.LARTON AND MACXAB, PRINTERS, LEITIT WAI.K. CONTENTS OF VOL II. Page THE WINTER DAY, 1 Notes to do. .... ... 37 DYCHMONT, 45 Notes to do 107 Laura, 117 Jamie Gray, 127 To Labour, 136 Note to do 140 . Elegy, ^ .142 Notes to do. 142 A Fragment, .152 Ode. January 29th, 1806, 154 Written in January, 1809, .159 To Discord, 164 Anticipation, 166 To Poverty, 173 To Fancy, 177 To Peace 183 To Content, 185 On the Abolition of the Slave Trade, .... 188 The Birth of Freedom, 190 To November, 195 Lines for the 25th of January, 1810, 199 To the Blackbird, December 1799. Scottish, ... 201 To the same, in English, 205 Stanzas on the approach of Winter, 209 " To April, 1808, . 214 On Visiting some Scenes of my Youth, .... 217 The Sick Child, 229 Fragment, 226 CONTENTS. Page To Calder Water, 229 236 Time, 238 Epistle to , 247 A Day-dream, 254 To Vanity, .... Lines written for a party of Friends, 1810, . 257 The Social Hour, 259 that no Monument had been Lines to a person who lamented erected on the Grave of Robert Burns, 1798, . .260 Note to do 261 263 Lines for neglected Genius, ....;.. 265 Lines to Miss , A Nursery Rhyme, 266 SONGS, 269 EPITAPHS, 285 TRANSLATIONS, and PARAPHRASES, ... 291 THE WINTER BAY THE WINTER DAY. ALTHOUGH not now the lofty Lark, Rising 'tween the light and dark, Wildly warbling through the skies, Call the ruddy Morn to rise, in With her tresses bathed dew ; Grey clouds, thin, around her wreathing, Fragrance on the light winds breathing, Nature's glories to renew : Still, 'tis sweet her wilds to tread, Though their breathing bloom is fled. Now, t' escape the pain of thinking, From the wintry tempest shrinking, 'Mid the city's smoke and noise, Fickle fashion's sickly race, Happiness may vainly chase, Amid fantastic joys. THE WINTER DAY. Still, the roaring winds, to me, Wake more melting melody; Still, to hear the bubbling fountain, Or round, and round the snow-clad mountain, Strong, with health-strung step, to measure, Yields me a diviner pleasure. in. Why, by vanity beguil'd, Did I the crook and plaid resign? Whence, far from these delights exiled, In crowded alley dark I dwyn. Ah ! my countrymen, beware, Nor, in delusive vision led, Rush, blind, into the gikled snare, By artful fraud or folly spread. Hark! from out that pitchy cloud, What warning notes are breath'd aloud, " Preserve your simple manners, simple homes, Nor here seek tortures and untimely tombs." IV. Thou, whose wild and wayward power Darken'st sorrow's darkest hour, And on the scene of pleasure won, Givest softer tints to glow, Than ever stars or moon or sun, Single, or blending all in one, Pour'd on the earth below, Fancy, in light, my steps attend, While o'er the wilds I stray, Playful, 'mong native scenes to spend, Once more a Winter Day. HORNING. Still, with caution, shy retiring, Let me shun the roof aspiring, Where th' outlandish villain vile, Clept Improvement, keeps his council, And array'd in tawdry tinsel, Mocks the sterling of our Isle. There, himself on foppery pluming, Every foolish air assuming, Let hun sit with, side by side, Bloated luxury and pride. Wide though it be his proud dominion, With him we want no communion. But behind that towering hill, Seated by a brawling rill, Its humble head a mansion rears, The simple work of other years, Ere turgid taste had gain'd the power The hardy peasant's cup to sour; Or coward pride, and dastard shame, Had taught him to deny the name " Of happiness to Hame content," Or lives with God in comfort spent. And this, allenarly, because Found under thack and divet wa's. VII. Unscorch'd by Dissipation's fires, Beyond the reach of fashion's ray, THE WINTER DAY. Peaceful, sons succeeding sires, There have ages roll'd away. Lion-like with savage roar, No gruff mastiff guards the door; Unsuspicious, here, may all come, Certain of a kindly welcome, And in close concord sure to see Contentment, truth, and piety. vm. The martial cock, with clarion shrill, Has oft and loudly hail'd the day, When, shivering, o'er the peat-stack hill The good man comes with locks of grey, Eager from heavenly signs to draw Confirmed frost or coming thaw. The moon gleams pale upon the hill, And all around as yet is still, Save when the light winds purling blow Along the smooth ridg'd wreaths of snow, Or, lonely, when the owl afar Wails doleful from the sounding scaur, Or shrill, by fits upon the ear, The mountain stream shrieks wildly drear. IX. To Him who stretch'd abroad the skies, Who gives these rolling orbs to burn, Whence, day and night successive rise, And Seasons ever new return On faith's elastic pinions borne, His soul ascends, imploring grace, To keep, on every rising morn, His feet in life's bewildering race. MORNING. For, feeble in himself, he knows, Encompass'd round with deadly foes, Prompt t' improve the passing hour, Should Heaven the aids of grace deny, stretch'd at He, length, would surely lie, The victim of their power. Thus, on Providence reposing, Hope bursts vigorous into play, Yea, on death's dark shadows closing, He can look without dismay, Certain, that behind them bright, Radiant rises, cloth'd in light, Glory's never ending day. Thus too, he is, with conscience clear, Prepared needful cares to bear, Not as a soul-depressing toil; Nor kindling yet in Mammon's strife, Which dims the head, imbitters life, And the heart the while damps ; But, thus he stores up useful wealth, Enjoys the ruddy glow of health, And humour's easy smile. And first the kine demand his care, Expectant of their morning fare, They now awake the hollow low, turns and slow By repeated deep ; His well known step, too, Bawsie hears, And neighing perks his eager ears, And the stone scrapes flinty ; THE WINTER DAT. And round and round with liberal heart, But frugal hand, the proper part, He deals to every one. Then forth he fares with placid smile, To join, and cheer his people's toil. Before the barn-door seated, Tray, Barks at the echoes rising shrill, Or shrubs that, hoar, in huge array, Seem moving o'er the bending hill. From kailyard green, her thoroughfare In watches of the night, Brown, thro' the snow, the timid Hare, Hirpling seeks the broomy height; While, light of foot, the Partridge brood, Eager in quest of needful food, In lengthen'd line, are, cow'ring, led Beneath the hedge-row's hoary shade. And, far amidst the shaggy heath, With frequent cry, the Gorcock springs, Scatt'ring, on the morning's breath, The frozen drift, with birring wings; And o'er the marsh's lonely bounds The wild Duck's rushing clang resounds. XIII. At hand, the Cock, with martial stride, Leads round the shed his family wide, Defiance crowing to the morn, Or chuckling o'er the barley-corn, Which oft he lifts, and drops, to prove, Among his dames, his gen'rous love. MOBNING. The Ducks too, by the kindling ray Arous'd, come forth to meet the day, And by the streamlet's frozen shore each keen Waddling, cranny explore ; Then, all at once, with clam'rous cry, And clumsy wing, they tempt the sky; But chain'd, by native weight, below, They, quacking, flounder in the snow. xrv. Blythe, thro' the snow, the children leap, With bosoms buoyant, full of glee, Or, wond'ring, view the hoar-frost deep, Encrusting shrub, and tow'r, and tree And, pain'd at heart, they mark, forlorn, The birds chirp, owrie, from the thorn, Where, as they flit, with feeble wing, The falling ice-drops, rattling, ring; And kind, by each his crumbs of bread In proper place are careful spread, Round which assemble, bold, The Linty sweet, the pride of Spring, The Shilfa' bright, with silver wing, The Mavis with his glowing breast, That emulates the dawning east, And Merle with beak of gold. Embrac'd in Pity's gen'rous glow, Yea, even the Pyet and rav'nous Crow, Their share bounty freely ; The berried nest, the unroof'd cot, With all their ruthless deeds forgot, When helpless thus exposed to care. 10 THE WINTER DAY. XV. For social disposition fam'd, By piercing cold and hunger tam'd, December's minstrel clear, The little Redbreast ventures ben, To shun, beneath the hands of men, The rigours of the year: In silent admiration, all Welcome the stranger to the hall; As statue fix'd, each holds his breath, all is still And hush'd, and as death ; While unobserv'd Grimalkin lies, The wild fire flashing from her eyes, Her steady shoulders bending low, Her pois'd tail wav'ring to and fro, Extended half her greedy jaws, And half unsheath'd her murd'rous claws; With tail erect, and drooping wings, He, heedless, hops along the floor, When forth the grisly savage springs, And, crush'd, he falls her prey secure: The family raise the vengeful roar, But to her den the miscreant. flies, Where, purring, stern, she scorns their pow'r, And, crashing, grinds her hapless prize. At length, upon their morning toils, The hour of breakfast, grateful, smiles, With golden grain is heap'd the floor, And straw in plenty piled secure, The thrasher's peaceful spoils.