Hope tells, another day may bring them ease; That virtuous deeds, though scorn'd by Mammon's train, Will meet a sure reward. Remember, too, The thousand cares which agitate frail man, 1 On his couch, Encanopied with velvet, the proud Prince, Who conquers kingdoms, millions keeps in awe, Tastes not more sweets than doth the wretch low born, Then since 'tis thus, That not ev'n honors, pow'r, or pride of birth, Yea, all the wealth Golconda's mountains yield, Let me, whate'er the ills I'm doom'd to bear, TEA. Let Gripus ill-got gow'd ay hoard; Ambition's slave! Wi' hamely fare, a table stor'd, HEART-CHEERIN' bev'rage, weel-brew'd TEA, Souchong-Imperial, or Bohea Or leel, or sad, I lo❜e to see Thy dark streams flow; To young and auld, ay dear thou'lt be, Care's welcome foe! Tho' slander raves, while o'er thee set, Just sae, o'er dear-bought wines, when met A drouthie crew, Puir modest worth can seldom get The tribute due.. Peace to his saul, wha brought thee o'er While wild woods wave, and billows roar, While monie tuim the reemin stoup, Thy balm to share! Thou, nor destroy'st the puir man's hope, Thou serv'st for drink-thou serv'st for meat-(5) To king and cottar thou'rt a treat; Frae tiny weeans, lispin' sweet, To age bent down, 'Mid Norlan frosts, or Suthern heat, Weel art thou known. To fam'd SAM JOHNSON (6) thou wert dear! HOWARD (7) to sordid int'rest blind, When welcom❜d hame; For thou wert gien to soothe the mind Prais'd be thy name! O'er thee, I've studied monie a sang, Wha rhymes to gie grim vice a bang, Has nought to fear! O'er thee, I've tasted luive's pure joy, Nae mair the wee deceitfu' boy Can cause alarms; His powerfu' dart I dare defy, An' beauty's charms! O'er thee, I've griev'd for monie a wight, While I hae pow'r R. A. to write, Be this my plan, The lave to help, but ne'er to slight Puir luckless man! |