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But Mousie, Thou Art No Thy Lane In Proving Foresight May Be Vain The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley An' Lea'e Us Nought But Grief An' Pain For Promis'd Joy!

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

All My Fears And Cares Are Of This World; If There Is Another, An Honest Man Has Nothing To Fear From It.

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!