Are notice takin'!
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n devotion!
TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY
On Turning One Down With a Plough in April, 1786
Wee modest crimson-tippèd flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;