the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld. But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, The best laid In proving schemes of foresight mice and men may be Go often askew, vain: The And leave us nothing but schemes o' grief and mice an' pain, men For promised Gang aft joy! agley, An' lea'e us Still you are nought but blest, grief an' compared pain, with me! For The present promis'd only touches joy! you: But oh! I thou backward cast are blest, my eye, compared On prospects wi' me! dreary! And forward, The present though I only cannot see, toucheth I guess and thee: fear! But och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see,
the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld. But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! thou are blest, compared wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy! Still you are blest, compared with me! The present only touches you: But oh! I backward cast my eye, On prospects dreary! And forward, though I cannot see, I guess and fear!
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