Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet（5 / 6）

  is not more fondly dear!
  when heart-corroding care and grief
  deprive my soul of rest,
  her dear idea brings relief,
  and solace to my breast.
  thou being, all-seeing,
  o hear my fervent pray'r;
  still take her, and make her
  thy most peculiar care!
  all hail! ye tender feelings dear!
  the smile of love, the friendly tear,
  the sympathetic glow!
  long since, this world's thorny ways
  had number'd out my weary days,
  had it not been for you!
  fate still has blest me with a friend,
  in ev'ry care and ill;
  and oft a more endearing band—
  a tie more tender still.
  it lightens, it brightens
  the tenebrific scene,
  to meet with, and greet with
  my davie, or my jean!
  o, how that name inspires my style!
  the words come skelpin, rank an' file,
  amaist before i ken!
  the ready measure rins as fine,
  as phoebus an' the famous nine
  were glowrin owre my pen.
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