His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.
Epistle to James Smith.
O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.
To joy and play.
Despondency.
O Life! them art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!
Auld Lang Syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?