The Hands That Hang Down

O Lord, I am so tired!

My heart is sick and sore.

I work, and work, and do no good-

And I can try no more!

I lay my treasures up,

And think they’re worth such care;

And the next time I go to look,

There’s only rubbish there!

I tug hard at the door

Of knowledge-strain and pant;

But, Lord, the more I seem to learn,

The more I’m ignorant!

Sometimes I am so vain

I set myself to teach;

But e’en the first beginnings lie

Utterly out of reach!

I am no use-no use!

I thought I might have been;

But now I know how small I am,

How poor, how false, how mean!

Sunk in the dust and mire

While aiming at the skies,

Only a thing to laugh at, Lord,

To pity and despise!

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• Robert Burns: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns Country: In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On My Ever Honoured Father: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Remorse: Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Green Grow The Rashes: A Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Nanie, O: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Song Composed In August: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Poor Mailie’s Elegy: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: John Barleycorn: A Ballad : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Father Was A Farmer: by Robert Burns

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