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Of stirring genius round his temples play ; 

 Have heard his accents, as he roll'd along 

 The deep, the full, yet rapid tide of song. 

 Not like the stream, which art with labour'd aid 

 Teaches to murmur o'er the forced cascade ; 

 Not like the rill, whose prison'd waters mourn. 

 And idly lave the artificial urn ; 

 But like his favourite Nith, whose ample tide 

 Pours in its native wildness far and wide ; 

 Now round the rocky shelve delights to play. 

 And chide the pebbles that oppose his way, 

 Now loves in soft and silent lapse to glide. 

 And kiss each bending fiowret on his side. 



But, lo ! what vision from the clouds descends, 

 And towards yon spot its radiant passage bends ? 

 'Tis she — 'tis Coila's genius ! by her grace, 

 Her sentimental mien, the maid I trace ; 

 Lightly she hovers o'er the finish 'd pile, 

 Joy in her eye and triumph in her smile. 

 Sweet is her form as fleecy cloudsof even 

 Wide waves her mantle to the breeze of heaven ; 

 And still green-springing, and for ever green. 

 In her fair hand the Holly wreath is seen, 

 The same she twin'd around the Poet's head, 

 When " Wear thou this," in solemn tone she said. 

 Behold, the heavenly form approaches near ; 

 And, hark ! what accents break upon mine ear ? 



" Joy to the day ! upon whose happy morn 

 My favourite Burns, the child of song, was born ; 

 Joy to the day ! that late repays his name 

 The long arrear of monumental fame ; 

 That summons round his tomb each sister art 

 Her own peculiar honours to impart. 

 Till — hushed each censure, each aspersion rude — 

 Here he reposeth as a poet should. 



" Ye friends of merit, in whose breast is placed 

 Th' illumined spirit, and the mind of taste ; 

 You, whom the force of native talent charms. 

 Whom verso transports and tuneful fancy warms. 

 Thanks to that noble, patriotic zeal 

 That bade you for this son of genius feel ; 

 Yes — ye have nobly paid the tribute due, 

 A tribute worthy him, and worthy you ! 



" Child of my care, farewell ! thy varied page 

 Shall charm the present, teach the future age, 



