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On receiving a Compliment from the Right Honourable the Lord Kinnaird.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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On receiving a Compliment from the Right Honourable the Lord Kinnaird.

While sullen cares my sinking mind o'erflow,
Yet in my breast warm emulations glow,
Still pregnant with what I can ne'er express,
To wit, the tribute of my thankfulness,
Your Lordship's due: your bounty merits more
Of grateful wishes than I have in store.
My words, my wishes, and my earnest pray'r,
Is what your Lordship evermore shall share.
Could these ought add to your true happiness,
The good of heav'n and earth you would possess;
And, as a blessing, Heaven your life would lend
A longer date, to be a poor man's friend:
And when death call'd, your soul would mount above
The starry orbs, to reign in bliss with Jove
May these be yours; and you a patron shine
In ev'ry thing that's noble and divine!
May all the blessings of the poor await
To introduce you at the heav'nly gate!
There, in return of all your gen'rous deeds,
Find happiness that human thought exceeds!

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And here your famous name around the plain,
While time remains, still sweet and fresh remain!
The poor shall weep when you're 'mong saints preferr'd:
And say, oh, for another Charles Lord Kinnaird!
My weak endeavours shall be still to show
How I'm attach'd, what gratitude I owe
For your high bounty: and my rural pen,
In humble verse, shall shew I still remain,
Your Lordship's most grateful, Most humble, and most Obedient servant, ALEX. NICOL.