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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
second epistle to robert graham, esq., of fintry 5th october 1791. late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, about to beg a pass for leave to beg; dull, listless, teas'd, dejected, and deprest (nature is adverse to a cripple's rest); will generous graham list to his poet's wail? (it soothes poor misery, hearkening to her tale) and hear him curse the light he first survey'd, and doubly curse the luckless rhyming trade? thou, nature! partial nature, i arraign; of thy caprice maternal i complain; the lion and the bull thy care have found, one shakes the forests, and one spurns the ground; thou giv'st the ass his hide, the snail his shell; th' envenom'd wasp, victorious, guards his cell; thy minions kings defend, control, devour, in all th' omnipotence of rule and power; foxes and statesmen subtile wiles ensure; the cit and polecat stink, and are secure; toads with their poison, doctors with their drug, the priest and hedgehog in their robes, are snug; ev'n silly woman has her warlike arts, her tongue and eyes—her dreaded spear and darts. but oh! thou bitter step-mother and hard, to thy poor, fenceless, naked child—the bard! a thing unteachable in world's skill, and half an idiot too, more helpless still: no heels to bear him from the op'ning dun; no claws to dig, his hated sight to shun; no horns, but tｍ.hｚＧｊjｘ.Ｃｏm