8. ADDRESS TO THE SONS OF BURNS

Ye now are panting up life's hill! 'Tis twilight time of good and ill, And more than common strength and skill 6Must ye display If ye would give the better will 6Its lawful sway.

Strong bodied if ye be to bear Intemperance with less harm, beware! But if your Father's wit ye share, 6Then, then indeed, Ye Sons of Burns! for watchful care 6There will be need.

For honest men delight will take To shew you favor for his sake, Will flatter you; and Fool and Rake 6Your steps pursue: And of your Father's name will make 6A snare for you.

Let no mean hope your souls enslave; Be independent, generous, brave! Your Father such example gave, 6And such revere! But be admonish'd by his Grave, 6And think, and fear!