MARK YONDER POMP.
Tune—“Deil tak the wars.”
[Burns tells Thomson, in the letter enclosing this song, that he is in a high fit of poetizing, provided he is not cured by the strait-waistcoat of criticism. “You see,” said he, “how I answer your orders; your tailor could not be more punctual.” This strain in honour of Chloris is original in conception, but wants the fine lyrical flow of some of his other compositions.]
I.
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compar’d with real passion,
Poor is all that princely pride.
What are the showy treasures?
What are the noisy pleasures?
The gay gaudy glare of vanity and art:
The polish’d jewel’s blaze
May draw the wond’ring gaze,
And courtly grandeur bright
The fancy may delight,
But never, never can come near the heart.
II.
But did you see my dearest Chloris
In simplicity’s array;
Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is,
Shrinking from the gaze of day;
O then the heart alarming,
And all resistless charming,
In Love’s delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!
Ambition would disown
The world’s imperial crown,
Even Avarice would deny
His worship’d deity,
And feel thro’ every vein Love’s raptures roll.