Here, where the Scotish Muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join'd,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.

So may no ruffian feeling in thy breast
Discordant jar thy bosom-chords among;
But Peace attune thy gentle soul to rest,
Or love ecstatic wake his seraph song.

Or Pity's notes, in luxury of tears,
As modest want the tale of woe reveals;
While conscious Virtue all the strain endears,
And heaven-born Piety her sanction seals.