the charms of lovely davies
tune—“miss muir.”
o how shall i, unskilfu', try
the poet's occupation?
the tunefu' powers, in happy hours,
that whisper inspiration;
even they maun dare an effort mair
than aught they ever gave us,
ere they rehearse, in equal verse,
the charms o' lovely davies.
each eye it cheers when she appears,
like phoebus in the m,
when past the shower, and every flower
the garden is ad:
as the wretch looks o'er siberia's shore,
when winter-bound the wave is;
sae droops our heart, when art
frae charming, lovely davies.
her smile's a gift frae 'boon the lift,
that maks us mair than princes;
a sceptred hand, a king's and,
is in her darting gnces;
the man in arms 'gainst female charms
even he her willing sve is,
he hugs his , and owns the reign
of quering, lovely davies.
my muse, to dream of such a theme,
her feeble powers surrender:
the eagle's gaze alone surveys
the sun's meridian splendour.
i wad in vain essay the strain,
the deed to brave is;
i'll drap the lyre, and mute admire
the charms o' lovely davies.