Natures LawA Pe
nature's laoem
humbly inscribed to gavin hamilton, esq.
great nature spoke: observant man obey'd—pope.
let other heroes boast their scars,
the marks of sturt and strife:
and other poets sing of wars,
the plagues of human life:
shame fa' the fun, wi' sword and gun
to slap mankind like lumber!
i sing his name, and nobler fame,
wha multiplies our number.
great nature spoke, with air benign,
“go on, ye human race;
this lower world i yn;
be fruitful and increase.
the liquid fire of strong desire
i've pour'd it in ea;
here, on this had, does mankind stand,
and there is beauty's blossom.”
the hero of these artless strains,
a lowly bard was he,
who sung his rhymes in coila's plains,
with meikle mirth an'glee;
kind nature's care had given his share
large, of the flaming current;
and, all devout, he never sought
to stem the sacred torrent.
he felt the powerful, high behest
thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
and sought a correspo breast,
to give obedience due:
propitious powers s'd the young flow'rs,
from mildews of abortion;
and low! the bard—a great reward—
has got a double portion!
auld tie ay t the day,
as annual it returns,
the third of libra's equal sway,
that gave another burns,
with future rhymes, an' other times,
to emulate his sire:
to sing auld coil in yle
with more poetic fire.
ye powers of peace, and peaceful song,
look down with gracious eyes;
and bless auld coila, large and long,
with multiplying joys;
lang may she stand to prop the land,
the flow'r of a nations;
and burnses spring, her fame to sing,
to endless geions!
humbly inscribed to gavin hamilton, esq.
great nature spoke: observant man obey'd—pope.
let other heroes boast their scars,
the marks of sturt and strife:
and other poets sing of wars,
the plagues of human life:
shame fa' the fun, wi' sword and gun
to slap mankind like lumber!
i sing his name, and nobler fame,
wha multiplies our number.
great nature spoke, with air benign,
“go on, ye human race;
this lower world i yn;
be fruitful and increase.
the liquid fire of strong desire
i've pour'd it in ea;
here, on this had, does mankind stand,
and there is beauty's blossom.”
the hero of these artless strains,
a lowly bard was he,
who sung his rhymes in coila's plains,
with meikle mirth an'glee;
kind nature's care had given his share
large, of the flaming current;
and, all devout, he never sought
to stem the sacred torrent.
he felt the powerful, high behest
thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
and sought a correspo breast,
to give obedience due:
propitious powers s'd the young flow'rs,
from mildews of abortion;
and low! the bard—a great reward—
has got a double portion!
auld tie ay t the day,
as annual it returns,
the third of libra's equal sway,
that gave another burns,
with future rhymes, an' other times,
to emulate his sire:
to sing auld coil in yle
with more poetic fire.
ye powers of peace, and peaceful song,
look down with gracious eyes;
and bless auld coila, large and long,
with multiplying joys;
lang may she stand to prop the land,
the flow'r of a nations;
and burnses spring, her fame to sing,
to endless geions!