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STRAY LEAVES.
But mind, now, sheep, when ance ye’re a’ thegither.
And feeding ’neath your Shepherd’s tenty e’e,
O strive nae mair, nor box wi’ ane anither,
But like a chosen, precious flock, agree.
Prove what ye are by lo’eing ane anither—
By bearing ane anither’s toils and cares—
By keeping in the right road aye thegither—
A-back frae sly Tod Lowrie’s wiles and snares.
O never gie that sleekit thief occasion
To triumph owre ye, either night or day.
But aye keep back frae ilka sweet temptation.
Ilk cunning trap that he sets in your way.
So shall ye thrive, and wax baith fair and lusty.
Your herd wi’ pleasure will your thriving view;
And as his just reward for being sae trusty.
Will only fleece ye o’ your tail o’ woo\
EPIGRAM
ON THE “ HEAVEN-BOKN MINISTER.”
c What!—“ Heaven-horn Minister ” applied to Pitt
Sure, Tom, such epithets will never do.’
‘ Not do, my friend ? why, none could be more fit:
Satan, his prototype, was Heaven-born too.
Then why about epithets make such a pother ?
The one turned Apostate,—and so did the other.5

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