Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet（3 / 6）
it's no in wealth like lon'on bank,
to purchase peace and rest:
it's no in makin' muckle, mair;
it's no in books, it's no in lear,
to make us truly blest:
if happiness hae not her seat
an' centre in the breast,
we may be wise, or rich, or great,
but never can be blest;
nae treasures, nor pleasures
could make us happy lang;
the heart aye's the part aye
that makes us right or wrang.
think ye, that sic as you and i,
wha drudge an' drive thro' wet and dry,
wi' never-ceasing toil;
think ye, are we less blest than they,
wha scarcely tent us in their way,
as hardly worth their while?
alas! how aft in haughty mood,
god's creatures they oppress!
or else, neglecting a' that's guid,
they riot in excess!
baith careless and fearless
of either heaven or hell;
esteeming and deeming
it's a' an idle tale!
then let us cheerfu' acquiesce,
nor make our scanty pleasures less,
by pining at our state: ↑返回顶部↑
to purchase peace and rest:
it's no in makin' muckle, mair;
it's no in books, it's no in lear,
to make us truly blest:
if happiness hae not her seat
an' centre in the breast,
we may be wise, or rich, or great,
but never can be blest;
nae treasures, nor pleasures
could make us happy lang;
the heart aye's the part aye
that makes us right or wrang.
think ye, that sic as you and i,
wha drudge an' drive thro' wet and dry,
wi' never-ceasing toil;
think ye, are we less blest than they,
wha scarcely tent us in their way,
as hardly worth their while?
alas! how aft in haughty mood,
god's creatures they oppress!
or else, neglecting a' that's guid,
they riot in excess!
baith careless and fearless
of either heaven or hell;
esteeming and deeming
it's a' an idle tale!
then let us cheerfu' acquiesce,
nor make our scanty pleasures less,
by pining at our state: ↑返回顶部↑