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Through the dark, gloomy, adamantine portals
LEAR me a wee, sir, when I write:
Abhorring scandal and a' spite,
It's truth, I'll swear;
And he wha 's guided by this light
Has nought to fear.
Sae, tak it ill or tak it weel,
But nane ye hae,
Wi' pate sae grey.
Lang hae ye bullied, weel I wat,
'Mid wat and dry; But still your grave-like greed to sate,
I them defy.
Your fulsome, ill scrap't leein' tongue, For mair than sixty years has swung, And rudely cursed baith auld and young
As black as hell, Till a' around has aften rung,
They ken theirsel.
Ayont a doubt, ah ! doubt there's nane,
And your infernal lowin' drouth,
I a' defy:
Ye'll aye be dry.
And mony a broken snout ye've had-
Your pouches picking;
In fury kicking
A' tapsateerie in a heap;
Around ye stand,
On ilka hand.
Sic dreadfu' dismal sights as these,
Thus turn Teetotal,
And curse the bottle.
Sae, wad ye to my hint attend,
But och I fear my words I 'll spend
In labour vain,
To ane insane:
As weel attempt to raise the dead,
And turn frae evil,
Black as the devil.
THOUGHTS ON GOD.
(6 TERNAL and omniscient Source of all,
Immortal, ever from mutation free, Ere Nature's system sprang forth at thy call,
Thou wert, and art, and shalt for ever be.
Yon azure canopy, unfurled on high,
Thy fiat first with starry spangles sowed; While through the pathless mazes of the sky
The sun and moon in glorious lustre glowed.
Thy voice commands the tempest to forbear,
And tranquillizes the tumultuous main
Charges the lightning whom to smite and spare,
The thunder when to peal and peal again.
Volcanoes too, obsequious to thy nod,
Hurl forth their rivers of aquatic fire, To scourge the nations with the iron rod
Of thy displeasure sore, and vengeance dire.
The earthquake opens by Divine decree,
To spread destruction and lay waste the land; In darkness stalks the pestilence from thee,
And sickness rages by supreme command.
Before thee, Lord, what are all nations ? Nought.
In balance hills and mountains dost thou weighThe isles but atoms, buoyantly which float
In mazy dances in the sunny ray.
The clouds for Thy pavilion dread thou takest,
Breath’st in the storm, rid’st on the whirlwind's wing; The spacious universe as dust thou makest
Beneath thy feet, O thou Eternal King !
All, all, conspire thy praise to ever sound,
And thy omnipotence to all proclaim. Ah, where in the created vast is found
The spot unstamped with thy mysterious name!
The heaven and earth pervaded are by Thee,
Who guides the atom and conducts the mite