Stray leaves from the portfolios of Alisander the seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle

STRAY LEAVES.
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Soon, soon may he sink, with his laurels all faded.
No more to oppose the community’s weal;
Soon, soon may the land, by his counsels degraded.
Be freed from such state quacks, as poisonous P-
A whip, &c.
STANZAS.
SUGGESTED ON PLANTING FLOWERS ON THE GRAVE OF JOHN
TAIT, 31ST JULY, 1837.
We pulled the wild weeds off thy grave.
And planted flowerets there.
Whose balmy blossoms bright might wave,
To scent the summer air.
Let no rude thoughtless hand presume
To pull these flowerets from thy tomb.
On every flower we placed in earth
We let a tear-drop fall
A crystal tribute to thy worth
’Twas friendship’s holy call.
We dr opt a tear—we heaved a sigh
O’er thee we saw too early die;
Thou died’st amid the blaze of fame
And hope of victory;
Thou died’st!—but no .* thy dear-loved name
Can never, never die;
Kings, conquerors, heroes’ names may rot
John Tait’s shall never be forgot!
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