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      The man's the gowd for a' that.

      What though on hamely fare we dine,

      Wear hodden gray, and a' that:

      Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,

      A man's a man for a' that;

      For a' that and a' that,

      Their tinsel show, and a' that,

      The honest man, though e'er sae poor,

      Is king o' men, for a' that.

      You see yon birkie ca'd a lord,

      Wha struts and stares, and a' that:

      Though hundreds worship at his word

      He's but a coof for a' that.

      For a' that and a' that,

      His riband, star, and a' that,

      The man of independent mind,

      He looks and laughs at a' that.

      A prince can mak a belted knight,

      A marquis, duke, and a' that;

      But an honest man's aboon his might,

      Guid faith, he mauna fa' that,

      For a' that and a' that,

      Their dignities, and a' that,

      The pith of sense and pride o' worth,

      Are higher ranks than a' that.

      Then let us pray that come it may,

      As come it will, for a' that,

      That sense and worth o'er a' the earth,

      May bear the gree and a' that;

      For a' that and a' that,

      It's comin' yet for a' that,

      That man to man, the warld o'er,

      Shall brothers be, for a' that.

      —Robert Burns.

      ———

      Stone walls do not a prison make,

      Nor iron bars a cage;

      Minds innocent and quiet take

      That for a hermitage;

      If I have freedom in my love,

      And in my soul am free,

      Angels alone, that soar above,

      Enjoy such liberty.

      —Richard Lovelace.

      ———

      "A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT"

      (A new song to an old tune.)

      "A man's a man," says Robert Burns,

      "For a' that and a' that";

      But though the song be clear and strong

      It lacks a note for a' that.

      The lout who'd shirk his daily work,

      Yet claim his wage and a' that,

      Or beg when he might earn his bread,

      Is not a man for a' that.

      If all who "dine on homely fare"

      Were true and brave and a' that,

      And none whose garb is "hodden gray"

      Was fool or knave and a' that,

      The vice and crime that shame our time

      Would disappear and a' that,

      And plowmen be as great as kings,

      And churls as earls for a' that.

      But 'tis not so; yon brawny fool,

      Who swaggers, swears, and a' that,

      And thinks because his strong right arm

      Might fell an ox, and a' that,

      That he's as noble, man for man,

      As duke or lord, and a' that,

      Is but an animal at best

      But not a man for a' that.

      A man may own a large estate,

      Have palace, park, and a' that,

      And not for birth, but honest worth,

      Be thrice a man for a' that.

      And Sawnie, herding on the moor,

      Who beats his wife and a' that,

      Is nothing but a brutal boor,

      Nor half a man for a' that.

      It comes to this, dear Robert Burns,

      The truth is old, and a' that,

      The rank is but the guinea's stamp,

      The man's the gowd for a' that.

      And though you'd put the self-same mark

      On copper, brass, and a' that,

      The lie is gross, the cheat is plain,

      And will not pass for a' that.

      "For a' that and a' that"

      'Tis soul and heart and a' that

      That makes a king a gentleman,

      And not his crown for a' that.

      And whether he be rich or poor

      The best is he, for a' that,

      Who stands erect in self-respect,

      And acts the man for a' that.

      —Charles Mackay.

      

      ———

      ESSE QUAM VIDERI

      The knightly legend on thy shield betrays

      The moral of thy life; a forecast wise,

      And that large honor that deceit defies,

      Inspired thy fathers in the elder days,

      Who decked thy scutcheon with that sturdy phrase,

      To be, rather than seem. As eve's red skies

      Surpass the morning's rosy prophecies,

      Thy life to that proud boast its answer pays,

      Scorning thy faith and purpose to defend.

      The ever-mutable multitude at last

      Will hail the power they did not comprehend—

      Thy fame will broaden through the centuries;

      As, storm and billowy tumult overpast,

      The moon rules calmly o'er the conquered seas.

      —John Hay.

      ———

      THE HIGHER LAW

      Man was not made for forms, but forms for man,

      And there are times when law itself must bend

      To that clear spirit always in the van,

      Outspeeding human justice. In the end

      Potentates, not humanity, must fall.

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