Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself; That in my action I may soar as high As I can now discern with this clear eye. And next in value, which thy kindness lends, That I may greatly disappoint my friends, Howe’er they think or hope that it may be, They may not dream how thou’st distinguished me. That my weak hand may equal my firm faith, And my life practise more than my tongue saith; Nor my relenting lines, That I thy purpose did not know, Or overrated thy designs. Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press FOOTNOTES: |