VI. 2. Next Burns's light upon me shone, and smiled And o'er his lyrics I delighted hung, When woman's beauty first my heart beguiled. My transports were, how tender, deep, and strong The love that burn'd within me, and how long Passion and peace remain'd unreconciled. His proud unbent integrity of mind, His wit and satire spurning every rein, The troubles that he struggled with in vain |