To Mr. Graham of Fintry, On being appointed to my Excise Division ——–

I CALL no goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a Bard that feigns:
‘Friend of my life!’ my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,
For boons accorded, goodness ever new,
The Gift still dearer, as the Giver YOU.--------

Thou Orb of Day! Thou Other Paler Light!
And all ye many-sparkling Stars of Night!
If aught that Giver from my mind efface;
If I that Giver's bounty e'er disgrace;
Then roll, to me, along your wandering spheres,
Only to number out a VILLAIN'S YEARS!

I lay my hand upon my swelling breast,
And grateful would------but cannot speak the rest.----