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her, As blooming spring unbends the brow Of surly, savage winter. Detraction's eye no aim can gain, Her winning powers to lessen; And fretful envy grins in vain The poison'd tooth to fasten. IV. Ye powers of honour, love, and truth, From every ill defend her; Inspire the highly-favour'd youth, The destinies intend her: Still fan the sweet connubial flame Responsive in each bosom, And bless the dear parental name With many a filial blossom. * * * * * XXIII. THE CURE FOR ALL CARE. Tune--"_Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern_ _let's fly._" [Tarbolton Lodge, of which the poet was a member, was noted for its socialities. Masonic lyrics are all of a dark and mystic order; and those of Burns are scarcely an exception.] I. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business, contriving to snare-- For a big-bellied bottle's the whole of my care. II. The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; I scorn not the peasant, tho' ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. III. Here passes the squire on his brother--his horse; There centum per centum, the cit with his purse; But see you The Crown, how it waves in the air! There a big-bellied bottle still eases my care. IV. The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; For sweet consolation to church I did fly; I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-bellied bottle's a cure for all care. V. I once was persuaded a venture to make; A letter inform'd me that all was to wreck;-- But the pursy old landlord just waddled up stairs, With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. VI. "Life's cares they are comforts,"[136]--a maxim laid down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair; For a big-bellied bottle's a heav'n of care. VII. ADDED IN A MASON LODGE. Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow. The honours masonic prepare for to throw; May every true brother of the compass and square Have a big-bellied bottle when harass'd with care! FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 136: Young's Night Thoughts.] * *
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