document.write("On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough<br /><br />Wee, sleekit, cow\\\'rin\\\', tim\\\'rous beastie,<br />O what a panic\\\'s in thy breastie!<br />Thou need na start awa sae hasty,<br />Wi\\\' bickering brattle!<br />I wad be laith to rin an\\\' chase thee<br />Wi\\\' murd\\\'ring pattle!<br /><br />I\\\'m truly sorry man\\\'s dominion<br />Has broken nature\\\'s social union,<br />An\\\' justifies that ill opinion<br />Which makes thee startle<br />At me, thy poor earth-born companion,<br />An\\\' fellow-mortal!<br /><br />I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;<br />What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!<br />A daimen-icker in a thrave<br />\\\'S a sma\\\' request:<br />I\\\'ll get a blessin\\\' wi\\\' the lave,<br />And never miss\\\'t!<br /><br />Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!<br />Its silly wa\\\'s the win\\\'s are strewin\\\':<br />And naething, now, to big a new ane,<br />O\\\' foggage green!<br />An\\\' bleak December\\\'s winds ensuin\\\'<br />Baith snell an\\\' keen!<br /><br />Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste<br />An\\\' weary winter comin\\\' fast,<br />An\\\' cozie here, beneath the blast,<br />Thou thought to dwell,<br />Till, crash! the cruel coulter past<br />Out thro\\\' thy cell.<br /><br />That wee bit heap o\\\' leaves an\\\' stibble<br />Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!<br />Now thou\\\'s turned out, for a\\\' thy trouble,<br />But house or hald,<br />To thole the winter\\\'s sleety dribble<br />An\\\' cranreuch cauld!<br /><br />But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane<br />In proving foresight may be vain:<br />The best laid schemes o\\\' mice an\\\' men<br />Gang aft a-gley,<br />An\\\' lea\\\'e us nought but grief an\\\' pain,<br />For promised joy.<br /><br />Still thou art blest, compared wi\\\' me!<br />The present only toucheth thee:<br />But, oh! I backward cast my e\\\'e<br />On prospects drear!<br />An\\\' forward, tho\\\' I canna see,<br />I guess an\\\' fear!");