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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
LAING MS.]
The best, ]>e bird, >e fiche, ]>& fowll,
Thair maker do obeay ;
Bott I, ]?att am ane leiffing saull,
Am far much worfi ]?an ]?ai. 40
For J^ai, according to ]?air kynd,
To serue him do nocht ceaft;
Bott I, whh sinffull hairtt and mynd,
Do daylie him displeifi.
Thes do I sore complene of sine, 45
And withe king david weip,
For I do ffeill my hairt wz’t^in,
The wairthe of god full deip.
F. 35 a. To hevene my eyis I dar nocht lift,
Aganest it I hawe trespast; 50
Nor In )>e eirthe I find no scheift,
Nor succoure ]>at can lest.
Quhat sell I do ? sell I dispair,
And frome my saweoure slyd ?
Nay, god forbid, }?air is na feir, 55
Sen chrest for me hes deid.
God became man and for ws men,
He died and rais again ;
Hes merci greitt, we may se ]?an,
For ever dois remane. 60
Thairfoir my sinns will I confeft,
To god and mur[n]ing mak,
Quha will forgeif ]?e same dowttles,
For his sonne Chrystis saik.

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