THINE be the volumes, Jessy fair,
And with them take the Poets prayer,
That Fate may, in her fairest page,
With evry kindliest, best presage
Of future bliss, enroll thy name:
With native worth and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution, still aware
Of illbut chief, Mans felon snare;
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.DUMFRIES, June 26, 1769.