E’en o’ themsels at times can ken,
—I sune saw that when I gaed ben.
The lesser wheel within the big
That moves as merry as a grig,
Wi’ mankind in its whirligig
And hasna turned a’e circle yet
Tho’ as it turns we slide in it,
And needs maun tak’ the place we get,
I felt it turn, and syne I saw
John Knox and Clavers in my raw,