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Inscribed to Robert Aiken Esq	A
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Let not Ambition mock their useful toil	B
Their homely joys and destiny obscure	C
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile	D
The short and simple annals of the poor	E
Gray Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard	F
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My lov'd my honour'd much respected friend	G
No mercenary bard his homage pays	H
With honest pride I scorn each selfish end	G
My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise	H
To you I sing in simple Scottish lays	H
The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene	I
The native feelings strong the guileless ways	H
What Aiken in a cottage would have been	J
Ah tho' his worth unknown far happier there I ween	J
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November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh	K
The short'ning winter day is near a close	L
The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh	K
The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose	M
The toil worn Cotter frae his labour goes	M
This night his weekly moil is at an end	G
Collects his spades his mattocks and his hoes	M
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend	G
And weary o'er the moor his course does hameward bend	G
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At length his lonely cot appears in view	K
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree	N
Th' expectant wee things toddlin stacher through	K
To meet their dad wi' flichterin noise an' glee	N
His wee bit ingle blinkin bonilie	N
His clean hearth stane his thrifty wifie's smile	N
The lisping infant prattling on his knee	N
Does a' his weary kiaugh and care beguile	N
An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil	N
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Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in	J
At service out amang the farmers roun'	J
Some ca' the pleugh some herd some tentie rin	J
A cannie errand to a neibor toun	J
Their eldest hope their Jenny woman grown	J
In youthfu' bloom love sparkling in her e'e	N
Comes hame perhaps to shew a braw new gown	J
Or deposite her sair won penny fee	N
To help her parents dear if they in hardship be	N
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With joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet	O
An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers	P
The social hours swift wing'd unnotic'd fleet	O
Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears	Q
The parents partial eye their hopeful years	R
Anticipation forward points the view	K
The mother wi' her needle an' her sheers	R
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new	K
The father mixes a' wi' admonition due	K
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Their master's an' their mistress's command	S
The younkers a' are warned to obey	T
An' mind their labours wi' an eydent hand	S
An' ne'er tho' out o' sight to jauk or play	T
An' O be sure to fear the Lord alway	U
An' mind your duty duly morn an' night	V
Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray	T
Implore his counsel and assisting might	V
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright	V
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But hark a rap comes gently to the door	W
Jenny wha kens the meaning o' the same	X
Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor	C
To do some errands and convoy her hame	X
The wily mother sees the conscious flame	X
Sparkle in Jenny's e'e and flush her cheek	A
Wi' heart struck anxious care inquires his name	X
While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak	A
Weel pleas'd the mother hears it's nae wild worthless rake	A
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Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben	J
A strappin youth he takes the mother's eye	Y
Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill taen	J
The father cracks of horses pleughs and kye	Y
The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy	Z
But blate and laithfu' scarce can weel behave	K
The mother wi' a woman's wiles can spy	Y
What maks the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave	K
Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave	K
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O happy love where love like this is found	V
O heart felt raptures bliss beyond compare	A2
I've paced much this weary mortal round	V
And sage experience bids me this declare	A2
If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare	A2
One cordial in this melancholy vale	N
'Tis when a youthful loving modest pair	A2
In other's arms breathe out the tender tale	N
Beneath the milk white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale	N
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Is there in human form that bears a heart	V
A wretch a villain lost to love and truth	B2
That can with studied sly ensnaring art	V
Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth	B2
Curse on his perjur'd arts dissembling smooth	C2
Are honour virtue conscience all exil'd	V
Is there no pity no relenting truth	B2
Points to the parents fondling o'er their child	V
Then paints the ruin'd maid and their distraction wild	V
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But now the supper crowns their simple board	V
The halesome parritch chief of Scotia's food	V
The soupe their only hawkie does afford	V
That yont the hallan snugly chows her cud	V
The dame brings forth in complimental mood	V
To grace the lad her weel hain'd kebbuck fell	N
An' aft he's prest an' aft he ca's it guid	V
The frugal wifie garrulous will tell	N
How 'twas a towmond auld sin' lint was i' the bell	N
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The cheerfu' supper done wi' serious face	R
They round the ingle form a circle wide	V
The sire turns o'er with patriarchal grace	R
The big ha' Bible ance his father's pride	V
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside	V
His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare	A2
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide	V
He wales a portion with judicious care	A2
And Let us worship God he says with solemn air	A2
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They chant their artless notes in simple guise	R
They tune their hearts by far the noblest aim	X
Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise	R
Or plaintive Martyrs worthy of the name	X
Or noble Elgin beets the heaven ward flame	X
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays	R
Compar'd with these Italian trills are tame	X
The tickl'd ear no heart felt raptures raise	R
Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise	R
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The priest like father reads the sacred page	D2
How Abram was the friend of God on high	Y
Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage	D2
With Amalek's ungracious progeny	J
Or how the royal bard did groaning lie	Y
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire	E2
Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry	Y
Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire	F2
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre	E2
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Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme	X
How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed	V
How He who bore in Heaven the second name	X
Had not on earth whereon to lay His head	V
How His first followers and servants sped	V
The precepts sage they wrote to many a land	V
How he who lone in Patmos banished	V
Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand	V
And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command	V
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Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King	A
The saint the father and the husband prays	R
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing	A
That thus they all shall meet in future days	R
There ever bask in uncreated rays	R
No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear	A2
Together hymning their Creator's praise	R
In such society yet still more dear	G2
While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere	G2
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Compar'd with this how poor Religion's pride	V
In all the pomp of method and of art	V
When men display to congregations wide	V
Devotion's ev'ry grace except the heart	V
The Pow'r incens'd the pageant will desert	V
The pompous strain the sacerdotal stole	N
But haply in some cottage far apart	V
May hear well pleas'd the language of the soul	N
And in His Book of Life the inmates poor enrol	N
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Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way	T
The youngling cottagers retire to rest	V
The parent pair their secret homage pay	T
And proffer up to Heav'n the warm request	V
That He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest	V
And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride	V
Would in the way His wisdom sees the best	V
For them and for their little ones provide	V
But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside	V
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From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs	R
That makes her lov'd at home rever'd abroad	V
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings	R
An honest man's the noblest work of God	V
And certes in fair Virtue's heavenly road	V
The cottage leaves the palace far behind	V
What is a lordling's pomp a cumbrous load	V
Disguising oft the wretch of human kind	V
Studied in arts of hell in wickedness refin'd	V
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O Scotia my dear my native soil	N
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent	V
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic to	V