A W I S H,
May great KEITH STEWART'S Angel lend
To him long life to be my friend!
May year to year so long extend, Till he excell,
And may he ne'er with wrath be fir'd, Nor anger fell!
May the strong hammer of GOD'S hand
Bear down his foes and them command,
That they, with terror, fear'd may stand, And trembling shake,
Till he go victor o'er the land, One age complete!
His fame, like cannnons may it roar,
Till age of ninety or five score,
For good deeds done amang the poor, About MUIRKIRK,
Then Angels waft him to that shore Where 'tis ne'er mirk!