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16 For your bairnies cease repining;
 * If in life, you'll see them soon."—

Aff' he fiew; and brightly shining
 * Thro' the dark clouds brak the moon.

PART II. , for ae night's kind protection,
 * Leave we and weans a while,

Tracing in ilk direction,
 * Far frae Britain's fostering isle.

Far frae scenes o' saftening pleasure,
 * Love's delights, and Beauty's charms,

Far frae Friendship's social leisure,
 * Plung'd in murdering War's alarms.

Is it Nature, Vice, or Folly,
 * Or Ambition's feverish brain,

That sae aft wi' melancholy
 * Turns, sweet Peace! thy joys to pain?

Strips thee o' thy robes o' ermin,
 * (Emblenis o' thy spotless life,)

And in War's grim look alarmin',
 * Arms thee wi' the murd'rer's knife?

A' thy gentle mind unharrows,
 * Hate, Revenge, and Rage uprears,

And for Hope and Joy—twin marrows,
 * Leaves the mourner drown'd in tears?

, without siller,
 * Credit, claise, or ought beside,

Leaves his ance loo'd ,
 * And sweet bairns, to warld wide.