Poem by Robert Burns

A Prayer, under the Pressure of Violent Anguish

O Thou great Being! what Thou art
  Surpasses me to know:
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
  Are all Thy works below.

Thy creature here before Thee stands,
  All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
  Obey Thy high behest.

Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act
  From cruelty or wrath!
O free my weary eyes from tears,
  Or close them fast in death!

But if I must afflicted be,
  To suit some wise design;
Then man my soul with firm resolves
  To bear and not repine!

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. The Posies
3. Eppie M’Nab
4. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
5. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face

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