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Epistle To The Rev. John Mmath (第2/2页)
an atheist ,
than under gospel colours hid be
just for a s.
an ho man may like a glass,
an ho man may like a lass,
but mean revenge, an' malice fause
he'll still disdain,
an' then cry zeal fospel laws,
like some we ken.
they take religion in their mouth;
they talk o' mercy, grace, an' truth,
for what?—to gie their malice skouth
on some puir wight,
an' hunt him down, owre right and ruth,
to ruin straight.
all hail, religion! maid divine!
pardon a muse sae mean as mine,
who in her rough imperfect line
thus daurs to hee;
to stigmatise false friends of thine
e'er defame thee.
tho' blotch't and foul wi' mony a stain,
an' far unworthy of thy train,
with trembling voice i tune my strain,
to join with those
who boldly dare thy cause maintain
in spite of foes:
in spite o' crowds, in spite o' mobs,
in spite o' undermining jobs,
in spite o' dark banditti stabs
at worth a,
by sdrels, even wi' holy robes,
but hellish spirit.
o ayr! my dear, my native ground,
within thy presbyterial bound
a did liberal band is found
of public teachers,
as men, as christians too, renown'd,
an' manly preachers.
sir, in that circle you are nam'd;
sir, in that circle you are fam'd;
an' some, by whom your doe's blam'd
(which gies you honour)
even, sir, by them your heart's esteem'd,
an' winning manner.
pardon this freedom i have ta'en,
an' if imperti i've been,
impute it not, good sir, in ane
whase heart ne'er wrang'd ye,
but to his utmost would befriend
ought that belang'd ye.
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