Thy smiles are sae like my blithe sodger laddie
Thou's aye the dearer and dearer to me.
NATIONAL THANKSGIVING ON A NAVAL VICTORY.
Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks,
To murder men and gi'e God thanks?
For shame gi'e o'er! proceed no further—
God won't accept your thanks for murther.
TO FOLLY.
The graybeard, Old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures—