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VERSES FROM BURN'S' EPISTLE TO A YOUNG MAN.
Ye’ll try the world fa* soon, my lad. An’, Donald dear, believe me, Ye’ll And mankind an unco squad. An’ mucklo they may grieve ye; Per och! mankind are unco weak. An’ little to be trusted, If self the wav’rin’ balance shake. It’s rarely right adjusted. To catch Dame Fortune’s golden smile. Assiduous wait upon her, And gather gear by ev’ry wile That's justified by honor ; Not for to hide it in a hedge. Nor for a train attendant; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
The great Creator to revere. Must sure become the creature; But still the preaching cant forbear, An’ e’en the rigid feature; Yet ne’er with wits profane to range. By complaisance extended— An Atheist’s laugh’s a poor exchange For Deity offended !
Vriicn rantin’ round in pleasure’s ring, Religion may bo blinded, Or if she gi’e a random sting, It may be little minded; But when on life we’re tompest-driv’n, A conscience but a canker— A correspondence fixed wi’ Heav’n Is sure a noble anchor.
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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IV, Issue 195, 7 October 1864, Page 3
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180SELECT POETRY Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IV, Issue 195, 7 October 1864, Page 3
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