Traditional Scottish Songs
John Mitchell (1786-1856) was born in Paisley and relieved the tedium of working as a weaver by writing songs and poems, eventually making a reasonable living from his pen. His graceful simplicity was accompanied by an elegant pathos.
BeautyWhat wakes the Poet's lyre?
What kindles his poetic fire?
What makes him seek, at evening's hour,
The lonely glen, the leafy bower,
When dew hangs on each little flower?
Oh! it is Beauty.
What melts the soldier's soul?
What can his love of fame control?
For oft, amid the battle's rage,
Some lovely vision will engage
His thoughts and war's rough ills assuage:
Such power has Beauty.
What tames the savage mood?
What gives a polish to the rude?
What gives the peasant's lowly state
A charm which wealth cannot create,
And on the good alone will wait?
'Tis faithful Beauty.
Then let our favourite toast
Is it not king and peasant's boast?
Then let us guard with tender care
The gentle, th' inspiring fair,
And Love will a diviner air
Impart to Beauty.
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