HORACE—ODE 3, BOOK IVDONE INTO SCOTCH.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 11923, 22 December 1900, Page 3

HORACE— ODE 3, BOOK IVDONE INTO SCOTCH.

To TOEO.UATUS.

The snaws are rinnin' down the burn; The grasses to the fiel's return: Leaves to tlio trees. Th' Earth puts on anitner dress, An' mum ing brooks are growing less The uakit Graces—twin-born Three— \ii! sister Nymphs iv company, Dar' noo he seen, Lcadin' the dance upo' the lea, Sac saftly green. But ilka tiling maun pass awny— 'Oors steal an' the bonnio day; The rinnin' years as much as sayThat you yoursel' Maun gang the gait that a' things gae: Whar' ?—Nanc can tell. The zephyrs noo mair kindly blaw, An' Simmer wears the Spring ana', To follow soon; When Hair'st brings in the berries red, An' Winter—Nature a' abed— Again comes roun'. The changfu' Mune that lea's the lift Brings back fu' sune the Heavenly gift, An' ismv lost; But we remain when once below, Where a' the famous heroes go.— Dust and a ghost. Wha kens if the high Powers may Add on to this anither day? Then think fu' well: Gi'e to the pair what ye can spare, An' never mm' your greedy heir, But mm' yoursel'. When once ye dee, Torquatus dear, An1 Minos' judgment, fell and clear, Fixes your fate, birth, nor eloquence, nor love Will bring you back to life above, Nor change your state. Diana even cou'dna save Chaste Hippolitus frae the grave And en'less nicht; Nor Theseus break the chains o' Death That held Pirithous fast itneath— For a' his micht. W. S. H.