The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.