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And think na, my auld, trusty servan', That now perhaps thou's less deservin, An’thy auld days may end in starvin,
For my last fou, A heapit stimpart, I'll reserve ane
Laid by for you.
We've worn to crazy years thegither;
To some hain'd rig,
TO A MOUSE,
ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH,
Wes, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
Wi' bickering brattle !
Wi' murdering pattle.'
I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An'justifies that ill opinion,
Which maks thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve ; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request : I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
And never miss't !
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the wins are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell and keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
But house or hald,
An' cranreuch cauld !
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
Gang aft a-gly,
For promis'd joy.
Still thou art blest, compar’d wi' me!
On prospects drear!
I guess an' fear.
A WINTER NIGHT.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
WAEN biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Far south the litt,
Or whirling drift:
Ae night the storm the steeples rocked, Poor labour sweet in sleep was locked, While burns, wi' snawy wreethis up-choked,
Wild-eddying swirl, Or thro’ the mining outlet bocked,
Down headlong hurl.
List’ning, the doors an' winnocks rattle,
0' winter war,
Beneath a scar.
Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing,
What comes othee?
An' close thy e’e?
Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd,
My heart forgets,
Sore on you beats.
Now Phæbe, in her midnight reign, Dark muffi'd, view'd the dreary plain ; Still crowding thoughts, a pensive train,
Rose in my soul, When on my ear this plaintive strain,
Slow, solemn, stole
· Blow, blow, ye winds, with heavier gust!
• More hard unkindness, unrelenting,
• Vengeful malice unrepenting, "Than heav'n-illumin'd man on brother man be
“See stern oppression's iron grip, [stows!
"Or mad ambition's gory hand,
Woe, want, and murder o’er a land !
* How pamper'd luxury, flattry by her side,
• The parasite empoisoning her ear,
With all the servile wretches in the rear, • Looks o'er proud property, extended wide ; * And eyes the simple rustic hind,
*Whose toil upholds the glittring show, "A creature of another kind,
"Some coarser substance, unrefin'd, * Plac'd for her lordly use thus far, thus vile, below:
"Where, where is love's fond, tender throe,
“The pow'rs you proudly own?
“To bless himself alone!
“To love-pretending snares, * This boasted honour turns away, “Shunning soft pity's rising sway, Regardless of the tears, and unavailing pray’rs ! "Perhaps, this hour, in mis’ry's squalid nest,
"She strains your infant to her joyless breast, And with a mother's fears shrinks at the rock
‘ing blast! • Oh ye! who, sunk in beds of down, • Feel not a want but what yourselves create, *Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate,
• Whom friends and fortune quite disown! *Ill-satisfy'd keen nature's clam'rous call, ‘Stretch'd on his straw he lays himself to
sleep, “While thro' the ragged roof and chinky wall, *Chill o’for his slumbers piles the drifty