An ODE on the POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS g/"/^ HIGH- 

 LANDS o/*ScoTLAND, confider'ed as the Subjett of Poetry. 



I. 

 H , thou return'ft from Thames, whofe Naiads long 



Have feen thee ling'ring, with a fond delay, 

 Mid thofe foft friends, whofe hearts, fome future day, 



Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic fong. 

 Go, not unmindful of that cordial youth *, 



Whom, long endear'd, thou leav'ft by Lavant's fide ; 

 Together let us wifh him lading truth, 



And joy untainted with his deftin'd bride. 

 Go ! nor regardlefs, while thefe numbers boaft 



My fhort-liv'd blifs, forget my focial name ; 

 But think far off how, on the fouthern coaft, 



I met thy friendfliip with an equal flame ! 

 Frefh to that foil thou turn'ft, whofe ev'ry vale 



Shall prompt the poet, and his fong demand : 

 To thee thy copious fubjecls ne'er mall fail ', 



Thou need'ft but take the pencil to thy hand, 

 And paint what all believe who own thy genial land. 



II. 



THERE muft thou wake perforce thy Doric quill, 

 'Tis Fancy's land to which thou fett'ft thy feet > 

 Where flill, 'tis faid, the fairy people meet 



Beneath each birken fhade on mead or hill. 

 There each trim lafs that fkims the milky (lore 

 To the fwart tribes their creamy bowl allots ; 



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* See the preceding letter from Dr CARLTLE. 



