Thou whom chance may hither lead

Robert Burns

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1759 to 1796

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Thou whom chance may hither lead,
Ambition is a meteor gleam;
Pleasures, insects on the wing
Keep His goodness still in view,
Sprung from night, in darkness lost;
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deck'd in silken stole,
Fear not clouds will always lower.
Reverence with lowly heart
Stranger, go! Heaven be thy guide!
Life is but a day at most,
Fame, a restless idle dream:
Him whose wondrous work thou art;
Welcome what thou canst not shun.
Those that would the bloom devour,
Make their consequence thy care:
Hope not sunshine every hour,
Thy trust--and thy example, too.
Day, how few must see the night;
Those that sip the dew alone,
Guard wherever thou canst guard;
Crush the locusts--save the flower.
And dishonour not thy kind.
Quod the Beadsman on Nithside.
Follies past, give thou to air,
Happiness is but a name,
Round Peace, the tenderest flower of Spring;
Grave these maxims on thy soul.
Keep the name of man in mind,
Make content and ease thy aim.
But, thy utmost duly done,
Day, how rapid in its flight--
For the future be prepar'd,
Make the butterflies thy own;

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