Future Verdict

How will our unborn children scoff at us

In the good years to come,

The happier years to come,

Because, like driven sheep, we yielded thus,

Before the shearers dumb.

What are the words their wiser lips will say?

“These men had gained the light;

“These women knew the right;

“They had their chance, and let it slip away.

“They did not, when they might.

“They were the first to hear the gospel preached,

“And to believe therein;

“Yet they remained in sin.

“They saw the promised land they might have reached,

“And dared not enter in.

“They might have won their freedom, had they tried;

“No savage laws forbade;

“For them the way was made.

“They might have had the joys for which they cried

“And yet they shrank, afraid.

“Afraid to face-the martyr’s rack and flame?

“The traitor’s dungeon? Nay-

“Of what their world would say-

“The smile, the joke, the thinnest ghost of blame!

“Lord! Lord! What fools were they!”

And we-no longer actors of the stage

We cumber now-maybe

With other eyes shall see

This wasted chance, and with celestial rage

Cry “O what fools were we!”

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• Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787 by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: A Winter Night : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Composed In Spring: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady. by Robert Burns

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