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　　Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee

　　With an Impression of the Author's Portrait.

　　Revered defender of beauteous Stuart,

　　Of Stuart, a name once respected;

　　A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,

　　But now 'tis despis'd and neglected.

　　Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye,

　　Let no one misdeem me disloyal;

　　A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh,

　　Still more if that wand'rer were royal.

　　My fathers that name have rever'd on a throne:

　　My fathers have fallen to right it;

　　Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son,

　　That name should he scoffingly slight it.

　　Still in prayers for King George I most heartily join,

　　The Queen, and the rest of the gentry:

　　Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine;

　　Their title's avow'd by my country.

　　But why of that epocha make such a fuss,

　　That gave us th' Electoral stem?

　　If bringing them over was lucky for us,

　　I'm sure 'twas as lucky for them.

　　But, loyalty, truce! we're on dangerous ground;

　　Who knows how the fashions may alter?

　　The doctrine, to-day, that is loyalty sound,

　　To-morrow may bring us a halter!

　　I send you a trifle, a head of a bard,

　　A trifle scarce worthy your care;

　　But accept it, good Sir, as a mark of regard,

　　Sincere as a saint's dying prayer.

　　Now life's chilly evening dim shades on your eye,

　　And ushers the long dreary night:

　　But you, like the star that athwart gilds the sky,

　　Your course to the latest is bright. Poems and Songs of Robert Burns