(Sole scion he in whom their line survived,)
With English feeling, and the deeper sense
Of filial duty, consecrates this tomb.
LOVE.
A BALLAD, BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
O, Love's a bitter thing to bide,
The lad that drees it's to be pitied;
It blinds to a' the warld beside,
And makes a body dilde and ditied;