“Ye’ve sic an’ sic points I could ne’er mak’ oot,

An’ want my puir vision illumed aboot;

Mair light is the cure my complaint wad suit;

Sae lighten my darkness an’ doot, doot, doot.

“Do show me your light, abune Lime, or Bude,

Magnesian, Electric—do be sae gude!

Sin’ I’ve been invited, I dinna intrude;

When I cry for light ca’ me not rude, rude, rude.”

The Pop’ to Jock Cumming mak’s no reply;

Non possumus, noo, he may truly cry.