185 Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) Oh never, never, Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard! TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING UP HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH, NOVEMBER, 1785. The lines To a Mouse seem by report to have been composed while Burns was actually ploughing. One of the poet's first editors wrote: "John Blane, who had acted as gaudsman to Burns, and who lived sixty years afterwards, had a distinct recollection of the turning up of the mouse. Like a thoughtless youth as he was, he ran after the creature to kill it, but was checked and recalled by his master, who he observed became thereafter thoughtful and abstracted. Burns, who treated his servants with the familiarity of fellow-laborers, soon afterwards read the poem to Blane." WEE, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, Wi' bickering brattle! 5 I wad be laith to rin and chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! Headnote, line 3, gaudsman, ploughboy. 1. sleekit, sleek. 3. needna, need not. 4. bickering brattle, clattering scamper. 5, 6. The boy's attempt to kill the mouse may well have been in the poet's mind here. 5. wad, would; laith, loath. 6. pattle, plough-staff. 10 I'm truly sorry man's dominion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earthborn companion, I doubtna, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! 15 A daimen icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request: I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave, Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! And bleak December's winds ensuin', 25 Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, 30 And cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash! the cruel coulter passed Out through thy cell. 13. whiles, sometimes. 14. maun, must. 15. daimen icker, ear of corn now and then; thrave, twenty four sheaves. 21. big, build; ane, one. 22. foggage, stray vegetable material used for nests. 24. baith, both; snell, biting. That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble 35 To thole the winter's sleety dribble, But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, And lea'e us nought but grief and pain, Still thou art blest, compared wi' me! And forward, though I canna see, I TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH IN APRIL, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, 31. stibble, stubble. 32. monie, many. 34. but, without; hald, abiding-place. 35. thole, endure. 36. cranreuch cauld, cold hoar-frost. 37. no thy lane, not alone. 40. u-gley, wrong. 5 10 For I maun crush amang the stoure To Thy slender stem: spare thee now is past my power, Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet Cauld blew the bitter biting north Scarce reared above the parent earth The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 25 There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, 3. stoure, dust. 21. bield, shelter. 23. histie, dry, barren. 26. snawie, snowy. 30 Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, Such is the fate of artless maid, 35 Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid 40 Such is the fate of simple bard, Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven, 45 By human pride or cunning driven To misery's brink, Till wrenched of every stay but Heaven, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight 39. card, the face of the compass. |