Poems (Gould, 1833)/The Sealing Wax

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THE SEALING WAX.
Bright guardian o' the thoughts o' men!Sin I maun fasten up, an' sen'To either een, the things my pen  Has been about,I wish ye, just for surety's sake,To blaze an' rin, then stap an' takeMy seal, to bind ye na to break,  An' let them out.
For, be my whimsies great or sma',I wad na let them loose, to fa'Where a' the idle wins that blaw,  To whirl the stoure,May toss them round frae mou to mou,Wi' different nature, form an' hue,To come frae ilk they 're hurried through,  An' a' ground o'er.
This warld's a curious ane enough;An', weel supplied wi' kindling-stuff,It winna quench, while it can puff  The reekin flax.An' what could pass through smoke an' flame,An' like yoursel, come out the same,In beauty, virtue, hue an' name,  My cannie wax?
I wadna ca' the warld unfair,Or wrang it in a single hair;But, wha kens maist o't, kens the mair  How oft it slips, ​For want o' rectitude or thought,Sae far upon the side o' faut,That truth is seldom pure or straught  Between its lips.
I winna judge the warld's intent;But then, its een are sae asklent,The fairest things leuk foul an' bent,  The foulest, fair.I canna, therefore, now foreseeWhat sort o' things my thoughts wad be,If robbed o' their identity  By gettin' air.
Gin folk wad kindly let alaneA neighbor's wark, to tent their ain,Ye wad na hae to thus sustain  A martyr's fate,By bein' burnt to prove how fastYe 'll haud your virtue to the last,Like precious gowd, until ye 're past  Your distant gate.
But, sin I hope the warld will men',We winna let it ever kenWhat I hae whispered as a frien',  Tho' strictly true.Gang now, an' guard these secrets weel!May ane, wha breaks ye, ca' ye 'leal,'For what, when broken, ye reveal!  Adieu! Adieu!
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