Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he who gives, Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind. So may no ruffian-feeling in my 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 strains endears, And heaven-born Piety her sanction seals. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WIND SUFFERS by LAURA RIDING CHARACTERS: WILLIAM ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON TO MY WIFE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 35 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A VISION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |