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If thou, at Friendship's sacred ca',
Wad life itself resign, man:
Thy sympathetic tear maun fa',
For Matthew was a kind man.
If thou art staunch, without a stain,
Like the unchanging blue, man;
This was a kinsman o' thy ain,
For Matthew was a true man.
If thou hast wit, and fun, and fire,
And ne'er guid wine did fear, man;
This was thy billie, dam, and sire,
For Matthew was a queer man.
If ony whiggish, whingin' sot,
To blame poor Matthew dare, man;
May dool and sorrow be his lot,
For Matthew was a rare man.
But now, his radiant course is run,
For Matthew's was a bright one!
His soul was like the glorious sun,
A matchless, Heavenly light, man.


Verses On Captain Grose
Written on an Envelope, enclosing a Letter to Him.

Ken ye aught o' Captain Grose?--Igo, and ago,
If he's amang his friends or foes?--Iram, coram, dago.
Is he to Abra'm's bosom gane?--Igo, and ago,
Or haudin Sarah by the wame?--Iram, coram dago.


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