HYPOCRISY. YON crafty monk, with pleasing grace, Of Piety's assumed the face, Pretending what he never knew, Deceiving all with outward view.But Truth and stubborn Fact at length Burst forth in all their native strength. Hypocrisy--Oh, vain disguise !— Fled from the lightning of their eyes; And Fame, so long, so dearly loved, From form so hideous soon removed. 1820. ENIGMA. 1820. FORM an image in thy mind, Of a beauty pure and high, That in whom these charms unite May that wondrous gift be found? To control the human heart LINES, READ AS AN OFFICIAL CRITICISM UPON THE STANZAS OF A FRIEND, BEFORE A COLLEGIATE LITERARY SOCIETY. 166 T'other night, having taken the part I started—a steed pranced before me,— Across the wide ocean he flew, To a lone street in Edinburgh town, The prince of the critics peeped out, LINES. Take the poem--I'll give thee a pen He vanished, and lo! on the top Of a high, grassy hill I reclined ; The Muses drew near the sweet spot, To Clio I offered the strain She smiled as she glanced o'er the page— "Burns, read it," she cried, "and again Thy harp shall be strung in its age." 1823. 167 1820. TO THE MUSE THALIA. THALIA! thou sweet, smiling maid! To tune the larynx sweet; 'Tis only thou canst give the fire In Mantua's loved retreat. Come, then, with all thy wonted glee, So shall thy bard, in welcome strains, Far from the world's proud throng. THE END. |