. The ever green, : being a collection of Scots poems, wrote by the ingenious before Published by Allan Ramsay. e, loth on every Thing I lake, allace! Till Titian myne upon me I revive thruch Favour of hir Face. IILSirae fcho appeir, into hit Sphere begins to clcir The Dawing of my lang defyrit Day, hen Courage cryis on Howp to ryfej.^uhen he cfpyistl The noyfum Nicht of Abfens went away i^jn ^o Noyis, frae I awalke, can me impefche,hcl lut on my ftaitly Stalk I flurifche frefche, I fpring, I fprout, my Leivs ly out,^^ ly CoUour changis in ane hairtfum Hew 5 Na mair I lout,
. The ever green, : being a collection of Scots poems, wrote by the ingenious before Published by Allan Ramsay. e, loth on every Thing I lake, allace! Till Titian myne upon me I revive thruch Favour of hir Face. IILSirae fcho appeir, into hit Sphere begins to clcir The Dawing of my lang defyrit Day, hen Courage cryis on Howp to ryfej.^uhen he cfpyistl The noyfum Nicht of Abfens went away i^jn ^o Noyis, frae I awalke, can me impefche,hcl lut on my ftaitly Stalk I flurifche frefche, I fpring, I fprout, my Leivs ly out,^^ ly CoUour changis in ane hairtfum Hew 5 Na mair I lout, but ftand up ftoue,Loi tf glad of hir for quhome 1 only grew. 11, ?; o 5 - IV. Q 214 ^^^ Solfeqniutn. IV. O happy Day! go not away, j4pol[o ftay Thy Chair frae going doun unto the Weft,Of me thou mak thy Zodtak, that I may tak My Plcfoiir to behald quhome I luve beft:Thy Prefens me reftoris to Lyfe from Deth,Thy Abfcns lykways fchoris to cut my Brethj I wifs in vain thee to prhnum mobile fays me always nay. At lei ft thy Wane bring fune again,Farewell with Patiens per Forfs till Day. §lUod MONTGOMER. 21S The Firft ttttEii. is the Man,Zea blifit Grace that canEfchew ill Counfale and the godlcfs Gairs,Quha walks not inThe Way of Sin,Nor dois beginTo fit with Mokkaris in thair fchamefull Saits,But in Jehovahs Law Dclyts ftudys it to knaw Baiih Day and Man fall be lykc to ane TreThat plantit by the ryning River grows, Quhilk Fruit dois heir in Tyme of Zeir,Qiihais Leivis fall ncvir fade, nor Rute <j^ 4 II- His fs 216 fhe Firji Pfchdme. II. fcf His Aelipns allAy profper fall:So fall not fallTo wicket Men; but as the Calf anci Sand,Qiihilk Day by DayWinds dryve away:Thairforc I fayThe wicket in thair Jugment fall not ^ Sinners cum nae mair, Qirhome God dildain?.In the Affcmbly quhair The Juft quhy? The Lord quha beirs Record^He knaws the richteous Converfation godlcs GaitSj quhilk he fo hait
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