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ENCOMIUMS ON THOMSON.
DEATH OF THOMSON,
The Scene of the following Stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames, near Richmond.
In yonder grave a Druid lies
Where slowly winds the stealing wave! The Year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its Poet's silvan grave!
In yon deep bed of whispering reeds
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit rest!
1 The Eolian Harp; of which see a description in the Castle of Indolence.
And oft as Ease and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
But Thou, who own'st that earthy bed,
That mourn beneath the gliding sail!
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
And see, the fairy valleys fade,
Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view!
The genial meads assign'd to bless
Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom,
Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay
2 Richmond Church.
SHADE OF THOMSON,
On crowning his Bust with a Wreath of Bays.
BY ROBERT BURNS.
WHILE virgin Spring, by Eden's flood
Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Æolian strains between:
While Summer with a matron grace,
While Autumn, benefactor kind,
While maniac Winter rages o'er
Or sweeping wild a waste of snows:
So long, sweet Poet of the year,
Shail bloom that wreath thou well hast won;
While Scotia, with exulting tear,
Proclaims that THOMSON was her son!