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UNDER THE PRESSURE OF
O THOU Great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know:
Yet sure I am, that known to thee
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distrest ;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act
O, free my weary eyes from tears,
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design:
Then man my soul with firm resolves
FIRST SIX VERSES
O THOU, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Whose strong right hand has ever been
Before the mountains heav'd their heads
Before this pond'rous globe itself
Arose at thy command;
That pow'r which rais'd and still upholds
This universal frame,
From countless, unbeginning time
Was ever still the same.
Those mighty periods of years
Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Again thou say'st, Ye sons of men,
Thou layest them, with all their cares,
In everlasting sleep;
As with a flood thou tak'st them off
They flourish like the morning flow'r,
But long ere night cut down it lies
A MOUNTAIN DAISY.
TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH,
In April, 1786.
WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem;
spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonnie gem.
Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet!
Wi' spreckl'd breast,
When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling east.