Well, being St Andrews Church, we couldnt let the anniversary of Robert Burns birth go by without marking it, could we? So here is his Address to the Unco Guid - youll maybe not understand every word but the general gist is, dont be judging others. Ive also included a youtube ink to let you hear the poem. youtu.be/afOAbMV1rNU Address to the Unco Guid by Robert Burns OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS My Son, these maxims make a rule, An’ lump them ay thegither : The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither ; The cleanest corn that e’er was dight May hae some pyles o’ caff in ; So ne’er a fellow-creature slight For random fits o’ daffin SOLOMON (Eccles.vii. 16) 1. O ye, wha are sae guid yoursel, Sae pious and sae holy, Ye’ve nought to do but mark and tell Your neebours’ fauts and folly ; Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, Supplied wi’ store o’ water ; The heapet happer’s ebbing still, An’ still the clap plays clatter ! 2. Hear me, ye venerable core, As counsel for poor mortals That frequent pass douce Wisdom’s door For glaikit Folly’s portals : I for their thoughtless, careless sakes Would here propone defences - Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes, Their failings and mischances. 3. Ye see your state wi’ theirs compared, And shudder at the niffer ; But cast a moment’s fair regard, What makes the mighty differ ? Discount what scant occasion gave ; That purity ye pride in ; And (what’s aft mair than a’ the lave) Your better art o’ hidin. 4. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop ! Wi’ wind and tide fair i’ your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way ; But in the teeth o’ baith to sail, It makes an unco lee-way. 5. See Social-life and Glee sit down All joyous and unthinking, Till, quite transmugrify’d, they’re grown Debauchery and Drinking : O, would they stay to calculate, Th’ eternal consequences, Or -your more dreaded hell to state - Damnation of expenses ! 6. Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Tied up in godly laces, Before ye tie poor Frailty names, Suppose a change o’ cases : A dear-lov’d lad, convenience snug, A treach’rous inclination- But, let me whisper i’ your lug, Ye’re ailblins nae temptation. 7. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho’ they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark How far perhaps they rue it. 8. Who made the heart, ’tis He alone Decidedly can try us : He knows each chord, its various tone, Each spring, its various bias : Then at the balance let’s be mute, We never can adjust it ; What’s done we partly may compute, But know not what’s resisted.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 14:30:00 +0000
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