Robert Burns

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.

And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.

To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
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To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.

Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless read more

Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!