Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives,

In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,

Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,

Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.

So may no ruffian-feeling in my breast,

Discordant, jar thy bosom-chords among;

But Peace attune thy gentle soul to rest,

Or Love, ecstatic, wake his seraph song,

Or Pity's notes, in luxury of tears,

As modest Want the tale of woe reveals;

While conscious Virtue all the strains endears,

And heaven-born Piety her sanction seals.