IJ^l- POETRY. 2jl 



Tliofe love-fraught e3'es feem more divine, 

 When the foft drops o'er pity's Ihrine, 

 From pearly eyes divinely flow. 

 To bathe the bruifed heart of woe ; 

 And lovely is the bofom's fwell, 

 Whole quick tumultuous heavings tell, 

 That foflelT: fynipathy is there. 

 And Laura's good as flie is fair. 



For the Bee. 



yo/jniVs Trance. 



JoHNiE was fervant to the Laird, 

 For whom he had a great regard ; 

 Wi's mafter aye had been fu' happy, 

 Tho' weel 'twas kend John lik'd his drappy ; 

 But ae unlucky day for Johnie, 

 H' forgather'd wi' an ancient cranie. — 

 To drink they went as they were wont, 

 Nor ever fpent a thought upon't 

 As lang's the bicker gaed about. 

 Till time and cafli and a' ran out. 

 Now Johnie's time was far mifpent. 

 To find excufe to work he went ; — 

 That a' might hae the face o' chance, 

 John faid he had been in a trance. 

 *' And pray what faw you? quo* the Laird, 

 " Come tell the truth and dinna fpair'd : 

 Quoth John, " My tale is itrange to tell, 

 , '•'' Yet no lefs true — I've been at hell ! 

 *** Where folk like me Hand at tiie door, 

 " Wi'beggars' brats and many more ; 

 *' I'ts there as 'ts here, for weel ye ken 

 *' The richeft ay won farreft ben.'' 



JOPA. 



