Classic Poem

ON RECEIVING A PRESENT OF A GOLD SEAL, WITH HOMER'S HEAD .

Thanks to my frank ingenious friend:
Your present 's most genteel and kind,
Baith rich and shining as your mind:
And that immortal laurell'd pow,
Upon the gem sae well design'd
And execute, sets me on low.

The heavenly fire inflames my breast,
Whilst I unweary'd am in quest
Of fame, and hope that ages niest
Will do their Highland bard the grace,
Upon their seals to cut his crest,
And blythest strakes of his short face.

Far less great Homer ever thought
(When he, harmonious beggar! sought
His bread thro' Greece) he should be brought
Frae Russia's shore by captain Hugh,
To Pictland plains, sae finely wrought
On precious stone, and set by you.