To Mr. Thomson

O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay![277] Let me know, your very first leisure, how you like this song. Long, long the night.[278] How do you like the foregoing? The Irish air, "Humours of Glen," is a great favourite of mine, and as, except the silly stuff in the "Poor Soldier," there are not any decent verses for it, I have written for it as follows:— Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon.[279] Let me hear from you. R. B.