Classic Poem

VERSES

I N seventeen hundred twenty-four,
Did Allan Ramsay keen-
ly gather from this book that store,
Which fills his Evergreen.

Thrice fifty and sax towmonds neat,
Frae when it was collected;
Let worthy poets hope good fate,
Thro' time they 'll be respected.

Fashion of words and wit may change,
And rob in part their fame,
And make them to dull fops look strange,
But sense is still the same;

And will bleez bright to that clear mind,
That loves the ancient strains,
Like good Carmichael, patron kind,
To whom this book pertains.