As some rude bird amid the trackles wild, Its inhurmonious notes pours on the breeze, So I have oft the tedious hours beguild, With scarce ahope, or win awish to please.

POEMS AND SONGS,

ON

DIFFERENT SUBJECTS.

BY

ANDREW M'KENZIE.

Some gentle Spirit whispers in my ear,
"Produce the song" “Suppress it," says Despair;
The gentle Spirit's whisper I obey,

And to his care commit my feeble lay.

NOYES.

Belfalt.

PRINTED BY ALEXANDER MACKAY,

NEWS-LETTER OFFICE,