nor think to lure us as in days of yore:
we solemhis sorrowing natal day,
to prove our loyal truth—we o more,
and owning heaven's mysterious sway,
submissive, low adore.
ye honored, mighty dead,
who nobly perished in the glorious cause,
your king, your try, and her ws,
from great dundee, who smiling victory led,
and fell a martyr in her arms,
(what breast of norther warms!)
to bold balmerino's undying name,
whose soul of fire, lighted at heaven's high fme,
deserves the proudest wreath departed heroes cim:
nor unrevenged your fate shall
Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787(2/5)