Biography of John Logan
John Logan (1748–1788) was a minister in Leith, Scotland. He was born at Soutra, Midlothian, to farmer George Logan. He was presented the charge of South Leith in 1771, and was ordained in 1773.
He published poems by Michael Bruce after Bruce's death.
John Logan's Works:
Elements of the Philosophy of History (1781)
An Essay on the Manners and Governments of Asia (1782)
Runnamede, a tragedy (1783)
Review of the Principal Charges against Warren Hastings (1788)
[Posthumous] Sermons, two volumes, (1790, 1791)
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John Logan Poems
Ode To Sleep
In vain I court till dawning light, The coy divinity of night; Restless, from side to side I turn, Arise, ye musings of the morn!
Three moves in sixth months and I remain the same. Two homes made two friends. The third leaves me with myself again.
Ode To The Cuckoo
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome ring.
Ode To A Man Of Letters
Lo, winter's hoar dominion past! Arrested in his eastern blast The fiend of nature flies; Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
Ode - On The Death Of A Young Lady
The peace of Heaven attend thy shade, My early friend, my favourite maid! When life was new, companions gay, We hail'd the morning of our day.
Ode To Women
Ye virgins! fond to be admired, With mighty rage of conquest fired, And universal sway; Who heave th' uncover'd bosom high,
The Tears Of Old May Day
Led by the jocund train of vernal hours And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May; Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flowers
To The Cuckoo
HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome ring.
Ossian's Hymn To The Sun
O Thou whose beams the sea-gift earth array, King of the sky, and father of the day! O sun! what fountain hid from human eyes,
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Prologue
Before the records of renown were kept, Or theatres for dying heroes wept, The race of fame by rival chiefs was run,
Ode Written In Spring
No longer hoary winter reigns, No longer binds the streams in chains, Or heaps with snow the meads; Array'd with robe of rainbow-dye,
Hymn V. Behold! The Mountain Of The Lord
Behold! the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise, Above the mountains and the hills, And draw the wondering eyes.
Hymn Ix. Where High The Heavenly Temple ...
Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears,
O Happy is the man who hears Instruction's warning voice, And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice.
Where pastoral Tweed, renown'd in song,
With rapid murmur flows;
In Caledonia's classic ground,
The hall of Arthur rose.
A braver Briton never arm'd
To guard his native isle.
A gentler friend did never make
The social circle smile.