HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER. O THOU, Wha in the heavens dost dwell, Sends ane to heaven, and ten to hell, And no for ony gude or ill They've done afore thee! I bless and praise thy matchless might, Whan thousands thou hast left in night, That I am here afore thy sight, For gifts and grace, A burnin' and a shinin' light To a' this place. What was I, or my generation, Five thousand For broken laws, years 'fore my creation, Thro' Adam's cause. When frae mither's womb I fell, my Thou might hae plunged me in hell, To gnash my gums, to weep and wail, Whar damned devils roar and yell, Chain'd to a stake. Yet I am here a chosen sample; To show thy grace is great and ample; Strong as a rock, A guide, a buckler, an example, But yet, O Ld! confess I must, Vile self gets in ; But thou remembers we are dust, Defil'd in sin. Besides, I farther maun allow, Wi' Lizzie's lass, three times I trow- When I came near her, Or else, thou kens, thy servant true Wad ne'er hae steer'd her. Maybe thou lets this fleshly thorn, Lest he owre high and proud should turn, 'Cause he's sae gifted; If sae, thy han' maun e'en be borne, L-d, bless thy chosen in this place, Wha bring thy elders to disgrace And public shame. L-d, mind Gawn Hamilton's deserts, Wi' grit and sma', Frae G-d's ain priests the people's hearts He steals awa. An' whan we chasten'd him therefore, As set the warld in a roar O' laughin' at us ; Curse thou his basket and his store, Kail and potatoes. L-d, hear my earnest cry and pray'r, Thy strong right hand, L-d, mak it bare L-d weigh it down, and dinna spare, O L-d my G-d, that glib-tongu'd Aiken, And swat wi' dread, While he wi' hingin lips and snakin', L-d, in the day of vengeance try him, Nor hear their pray'r; But for thy people's sake destroy 'em, But, L-d, remember me and mine, Wi' mercies temp'ral and divine, EPITAPH ON HOLY WILLIE. Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay His saul has ta'en some other way, Stop! there he is, as sure's a gun, Your brunstane devilship, I see, Your pity I will not implore, For pity ye hae nane; But hear me, sir, deil as ye are, A coof like him wad stain your name, |