Now A' Is Done That Men Can

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?

The Trout In Yonder Wimpling Burn - That Glides, A Silver Dart, - And, Safe Beneath The Shady Thorn, - Defies The Anglers Art.