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The Editor feels a strojtg desire to subjoin ano-
ther Elegiac lay from the same pen, occasion-
ed by the death of Mrs Skinner, wife of
Bishop Skinner, Aberdeen, the 4th day of
March 1807, written in August following.
Shall weary pilgrims on their way
Meet countless dangers as they go,
Yet wish they onward still may stray,
To kiss the shrine, and end their woe!
Shall man, to pain and trouble born,
Still to life's sunshine fondly trust !
Ev'n poets sing — u Man 's made to mourn,"
And dire experience proves it just.
Last eve I view'd a lovely spot,
But ah ! its charms have lost their pow'r,
Unless the past could be forgot,
And sorrow's clouds should cease to lour !
I saw the tree's refreshing shade,
I heard the birds melodious sing ;
I saw the mead with grain o'er spread,
The fruits, the flow'rs, and chrystal spring !

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