Great Nature Spoke, Observant Man Obey'D. Pope. Let Other Heroes Boast Their Scars, The Marks Of Sturt And Strife; And Other Poets Sing Of Wars, The Plagues Of Human Life; Shame Fa' The Fun; Wi' Sword And Gun To Slap Mankind Like Lumber! I Sing His Name, And Nobler Fame, Wha Multiplies Our Number. Great Nature Spoke With Air Benign, "Go On, Ye Human Race! This Lower World I You Resign; Be Fruitful And Increase. The Liquid Fire Of Strong Desire I've Pour'D It In Each Bosom; Here, In This Hand, Does Mankind Stand, And There, Is Beauty'S Blossom." The Hero Of These Artless Strains, A Lowly Bard Was He, Who Sung His Rhymes In Coila'S Plains With Meikle Mirth An' Glee; Kind Nature'S Care Had Given His Share, Large, Of The Flaming Current; And All Devout, He Never Sought To Stem The Sacred Torrent. He Felt The Powerful, High Behest, Thrill Vital Through And Through; And Sought A Correspondent Breast, To Give Obedience Due: Propitious Powers Screen'D The Young Flowers, From Mildews Of Abortion; And Lo! The Bard, A Great Reward, Has Got A Double Portion! Auld Cantie Coil May Count The Day, As Annual It Returns, The Third Of Libra'S Equal Sway, That Gave Another B[Urns], With Future Rhymes, An' Other Times, To Emulate His Sire; To Sing Auld Coil In Nobler Style, With More Poetic Fire. Ye Powers Of Peace, And Peaceful Song, Look Down With Gracious Eyes; And Bless Auld Coila, Large And Long, With Multiplying Joys: Lang May She Stand To Prop The Land, The Flow'R Of Ancient Nations; And B[Urns'S] Spring, Her Fame To Sing, Thro' Endless Generations!