Through plantings, and burnies sae clear, Go view the gay scenes all around, The roses and lilies combin❜d, And flowers of maist delicate hue, What can we compare with thy voice, Nae music can bless with sic joys; Fair blossom of ilka delight, *Whose beauties ten thousand outshine ; [From the Gentle Shepherd.] AT SETTING DAY. ALLAN RAMSAY At setting day and rising morn, Where first thou kindly told me Sweet tales of love, and hid my blush, Whilst round thou didst infold me. To all our haunts I will repair, By greenwood shaw or fountain; Or where the summer-day I'd share With thee upon yon mountain. There will I tell the trees and flowers, From thoughts unfeign'd and tender, By vows you're mine, by love is yours A heart which cannot wander. [From the Gentle Shepherd.] TO FORTUNE. JAMES THOMSON. Born 1700-Died 1748. For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove And when we meet a mutual heart, Bid us sigh on from day to day, But busy, busy still art thou, For pomp and noise, and senseless show, And put the golden fetter on! For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer, All other blessings I resign, Make but the dear Amanda mine. [First published in the "Orpheus Caledonius," 1725, attached to the tune of Logan water. "For ever, Fortune wilt thou prove,' is a charming song.BURN3.] TO AMANDA. JAMES THOMSON. Unless with my Amanda bless'd, In vain I twine the woodbine bower; Awaken'd by the genial year, In vain the birds around me sing; In vain the freshening fields appear. Without my love there is no spring. TO AMANDA. JAMES THOMSON. Come, dear Amanda, quit the town, The birds awake, the flowers appear, Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee; 'Tis joy and music all we hear, 'Tis love and beauty all we see. Come let us mark the gradual spring, And perfect May to swell the rose. E'en so thy rising charms improve, As life's warm season grows more bright; Thy beauties glow with full delight. [This song was first printed in the Aldine Edition of Thomson's Poems, 2 vol. 1830. William Henry, the present Lord Lyttelton obligingly sent it to the Editor, in Thomson's hand writing ] COME GENTLE GOD. JAMES THOMSON, Come, gentle god of soft desire, But come in friendship's angel-guise; More sweet emotions at thy heart. O come with goodness in thy train, Put on Amanda's winning form. |