TO MY NAMESAKE AND NEPHEW. 247 And when I oped mine eyes on day, Behold, my cares were there ! Like friends delusive fled, Around my dreaming head. So come, my loved, my infant boy! 'Tis well thou shouldst be gay; Estranged to life's dismay. Sweet time of sinless bliss ! Of happiness like this! LINES WRITTEN EXTEMPORANEOUSLY ON THE BEAUTIFUL SCENERY OP INVERARY-SO GENEROUSLY LEFT OPEN TO ALL TRAVEL ERS HI GRACE THE DUKE OF ARGYLE. RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE MISSES M'CLEAN. On Donaquaich's high-towering head, In transport wrapt I lay, In all their grand display ; Bright, calm, as autumn day; young and ever gay! With grey enduring towers, Among its shrubs and flowers ; Glen-shera oped its beauteous vale, And with a hill between, Among the foliage green. Her granite in the sky; Though wildly it leap'd by! Beyond the distant hills; Which drink the mountain rills ! Here let the Atheist learn to pray; THE DAYS O' YOUTH! DEDICATED, WITH SINCERE AFFECTION, TO MY MOTHER. O WAE's me! wae's me for the time, When I was young an' gay! The world a summer day! By hill, an' wood, an' glen:- heart! its grown sae sad ; Its sweet to think o' early days, Those sunny hours o' life; Their joys undimm’d wi' strife. An' ilka thing seem'd strange ;- O wae's me on the change! How sea-like seem'd each wimpling stream; How high each hill appeared; Yet are they mair endear'd! The flowers were doubly fair: Embalm'd the passing air. The merry birds sang shrill an' sweet, Upon the leafy spray, On ilka heathery brae ! Sang saftly ’mang the trees, And gladly humm'd the bees! How alter'd are their voices now; Care changes them an' me,- An' dims my cheerfu' e'e! As once they were tae me, |