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TO JOSIAH EURCHET.
Kis fame, which ever (hall abide,
WhJlft hift'vies tell of tyrant's pride,
Wha vainly ftrave upon the tide
T' invade thefe land«
Where Britain's royal fleet doth ride.
Which ftill commands.
Thefe doughty adlions frae his pen t.
Our age, -and thefe to come, fhall ken.
How ftubborn navies did contend
Upor> the waves.
How free born Britons faught like men,
Tlieir faes like Haves.
Sae far infcrlbing, Sir, to you,
This country fang my fancy flew.
Keen your j oft merit to purfue ;
But ah ! I fear.
In giving praifes that are due,
I grate your ea ^i.
Yet tent a poet's zealous pray'r ;
May powers aboon, wi' kindly care.
Grant you a lang and muckle flcair
Of a' that's good.
Till unto langefl: life and mair
You've liealthfu' ftood.
May never care your l)leffin;.i;s four.
And may the mufes, ilka hour.
Improve your mind, and haunt your bow'r,
I'mbut acallan:
Yet may I pleafe you, v.'hile I'm your
Devoted Atlan.
t Frae his pen.) His valuable naval hiltory.

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