66 'A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT.” Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! Our toils obscure, and a' that, What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show and a' that: The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king of men for a' that! Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts and stares and a' that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that; For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that ; A king can mak' a belted knight, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray, that come it may,— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, It's coming yet for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that! R. BURNS. THE CREATION. GREAT triumph and rejoicing was in Heaven, And the habitations of the just; to Him Of spirits malign, a better race to bring So sang the Hierarchies: Meanwhile the Son And Spirit, coming to create new worlds. On heavenly ground they stood; and from the shore Outrageous as a sea, dark, wasteful, wild, Silence, ye troubled Waves, and thou Deep, peace, Said then the Omnifick Word; your discord end! Nor staid; but, on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos, and the world unborn; For Chaos heard his voice: Him all his train Creation, and the wonders of his might. Let there be light, said God; and forthwith Light Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure, Sprung from the deep; and from her native east To journey through the aery gloom began, Spher'd in a radiant cloud, for yet the sun Was not; she in a cloudy tabernacle Sojourn'd the while. God saw the light was good; And light from darkness by the hemisphere Divided light the Day and darkness Night, He nam'd. Thus was the first day even and morn : Nor pass'd uncelebrated, nor unsung By the celestial choirs, when orient light Birth-day of Heaven and Earth; with joy and shout The hollow universal orb they fill'd, And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning prais'd God and his works; Creator him they sung, Both when first evening was, and when first morn. The sixth, and of creation, last, arose * With evening harps and matin; when God said, Pasturing at once, and in broad herds upsprung. * * * * * Now heaven in all her glory shone, and roll'd Her motions as the great first Mover's hand First wheel'd their course. Earth in her rich attire Consummate, lovely smil'd; air, water, earth, By fowl, fish, beast, was flown, was swum, was walk'd Frequent; and of the sixth day yet remain'd: There wanted yet the master-work, the end |