all thy legal rage pursue
the wretch, already crushed low
by cruel fortune's undeserved blow?
affli's sons are brothers in distress;
a brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!”
i heard nae mair, for ticleer
shook off the pouthery snaw,
and hail'd the m with a cheer,
a cottage-rousing craw.
but deep this truth impress'd my mind—
thro' all his works abroad,
the heart benevolent and kind
the most resembles god.