Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.

A man's a man for a' that. . . . . A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that! . . . Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's comin' yet, for a' that, When man to man, the world o'er, Shall brithers be for a' that.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

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

Now's the day and now's the hour.