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e sae saft, to live sae free, While better men maun do an' die In unco places. "_Whaur's God?_" I cry, an' "_Whae is me To hae sic graces?_" I mind the fecht the sailors keep, But fire or can'le, rest or sleep, In darkness an' the muckle deep; An' mind beside The herd that on the hills o' sheep Has wandered wide. I mind me on the hoastin' weans-- The penny joes on causey-stanes-- The auld folk wi' the crazy banes, Baith auld an' puir, That aye maun thole the winds an' rains An' labour sair. An' whiles I'm kind o' pleased a blink, An' kind o' fleyed forby, to think, For a' my rowth o' meat an' drink An' waste o' crumb, I'll mebbe have to thole wi' skink In Kingdom Come. For God whan jowes the Judgment bell Wi' His ain Hand, His Leevin' Sel', Sall ryve the guid (as Prophets tell) Frae them that had it; And in the reamin' pat o' Hell, The rich be scaddit. O Lord, if this indeed be sae, Let daw' that sair an' happy day! Again the warl', grawn auld an' grey, Up wi' your aixe! An' let the puir enjoy their play-- I'll thole my paiks. XIV MY CONSCIENCE! Of a' the ills that flesh can fear, The loss o' frien's, the lack o' gear, A yowlin' tyke, a glandered mear, A lassie's nonsense-- There's just ae thing I canna bear, An' that's my conscience. Whan day (an' a' excuese) has gane, An' wark is duene, and duty's plain, An' to my chalmer a' my lane I creep apairt, My conscience! hoo the yammerin' pain Stends to my heart! A' day wi' various ends in view, The hairsts o' time I had to pu', An' made a hash wad staw a soo, Let be a man!-- My conscience! whan my han's were fu', Whaur were ye than? An' there were a' the lures o' life, There pleesure skirlin' on the fife, There anger, wi' the hotchin' knife Ground shairp in Hell-- My conscience!--you that's like a wife!-- Whaur was yoursel'? I ken it fine: just waitin' here, To gar the evil waur appear, To clart the guid, confuese the clear, Misca' the great, My conscience! an' to raise a steer Whan a's ower late. Sic-like, some tyke grawn auld and blind, Whan thieves brok' through the gear to p'ind, Has lain his dozened length an' grinned At the disaster; An
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