I seek nae peety, Paraclete,
And, fegs, I think the joke is rich
—Pairt soul, pairt skeleton’s come up;
They kentna which was which!...
Thou Daith in which my life
Sae vain a thing can seem,
Frae whatna source d’ye borrow
Your devastatin’ gleam?
Nae doot that hidden sun
’Ud look fu’ wae ana’,