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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Willie's Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,<br>Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',<br>Sends ane to heaven an' ten to hell,<br>A' for Thy glory,<br>And no for ony guid or ill<br>They've done before Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bless and praise Thy matchless might,<br>When thousands Thou hast left in night,<br>That I am here before Thy sight,<br>For gifts an' grace<br>A burning and a shining light<br>To a' this place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was I, or my generation,<br>That I should get sic exaltation?<br>I wha deserv'd most just damnation<br>For broken laws,<br>Sax thousand years ere my creation,<br>Thro' Adam's cause?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When from my mither's womb I fell,<br>Thou might hae plung'd me in Hell,<br>To gnash my gooms, and weep and wail,<br>In burnin lakes,<br>Whare damned devils roar and yell,<br>Chain'd to their stakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I am here a chosen sample,<br>To show Thy grace is great and ample;<br>I'm here a pillar o' Thy temple,<br>Strong as a rock,<br>A guide, a buckler, and example,<br>To a' Thy flock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear,<br>When drinkers drink, an' swearers swear,<br>An' singin there, an' dancin here,<br>Wi' great and sma';<br>For I am keepit by Thy fear<br>Free frae them a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yet, O Lord! confess I must,<br>At times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust:<br>An' sometimes, too, in wardly trust,<br>Vile self gets in;<br>But Thou remembers we are dust,<br>Defil'd wi' sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' Meg -<br>Thy pardon I sincerely beg,<br>O, may't ne'er be a livin plague<br>To my dishonour!<br>An' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg<br>Again upon her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Besides, I farther maun avow,<br>Wi' Leezie's lass, three times I trow -<br>But Lord, that Friday I was fou,<br>When I cam near her,<br>Or else, Thou kens, Thy servant true<br>Wad never steer her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn<br>Buffet Thy servant e'en and morn,<br>Lest he owre proud and high should turn,<br>That he's sae gifted:<br>If sae, Thy han' maun e'en be borne,<br>Until Thou lift it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place,<br>For here Thou hast a chosen race!<br>But God confound their stubborn face,<br>An' blast their name,<br>Wha bring Thy elders to disgrace<br>An' public shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, mind Gau'n Hamilton's deserts:<br>He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes,<br>Yet has sae mony takin arts,<br>Wi' great and sma',<br>Frae God's ain Priest the people's hearts<br>He steals awa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when we chasten'd him therefore,<br>Thou kens how he bred sic a splore,<br>An' set the warld in a roar<br>O' laughin at us;-<br>Curse Thou his basket and his store,<br>Kail an' potatoes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r,<br>Against that Presbyt'ry o' Ayr!<br>Thy strong right hand, Lord, make it bare<br>Upo' their heads!<br>Lord visit them, an' dinna spare,<br>For their misdeeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord, my God! that glib-tongu'd Aiken,<br>My vera heart and flesh are quakin,<br>To think how we stood sweatin', shakin,<br>An' pish'd wi' dread<br>While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,<br>Held up his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, in Thy day o' vengeance try him!<br>Lord, visit them wha did employ him!<br>And pass not in Thy mercy by them,<br>Nor hear their pray'r,<br>But for Thy people's sake, destroy them,<br>An' dinna spare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Lord, remember me and mine<br>Wi' mercies temporal and divine,<br>That I for grace an' gear may shine,<br>Excell'd by nane,<br>And a' the glory shall be Thine -<br>Amen, Amen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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