5 10 II. TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786. 1. Wee, modest, crimson-tippéd flow'r, For I maun crush amang the stoure 4. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. 5. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, 15 NOTES.-3. maun, must.—stoure, dust. 9. weet, wet. 15. glinted, glanced, peeped. 20. wa's, walls. 21. bield, shelter. adorn'st.-histie, dry. 20 25 Thou lifts thy unassuming head But now the share uptears thy bed, 6. Such is the fate of artless maid, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid 7. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred! Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, 8. Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven, To misery's brink, Till, wrenched of every stay but Heaven, 9. Even thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight, 27 lifts lift'st. 39. card, compass. 30 35 40 45 50 III. FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. 1. Is there for honest poverty That hangs his head, and a' that? For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; 2. What though on hamely fare we dine, Gie folks their silks, and knaves their wine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, |