Saturday, January 08, 2005

The Rigid Righteous and Their Better Art of Hiding

Rebecca has been celebrating Robbie Burns, so I thought I'd put up one of my favorite bits of Burnsian poetry:

My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that ere was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;
So ne'er a fellow-creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.

    Solomon.-Eccles. ch. vii. verse 16.

This occurs at the beginning of the excellent Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous, which also has the great stanza:

Ye see your state wi' theirs compared,
And shudder at the niffer;
But cast a moment's fair regard,
What maks the mighty differ;
Discount what scant occasion gave,
That purity ye pride in;
And (what's aft mair than a' the lave),
Your better art o' hidin.


And the great ending:

Who made the heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us;
He knows each chord, its various tone,
Each spring, its various bias:
Then at the balance let's be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.