LVII.
Lines written on a Pane of Glass

ON THE OCCASION
OF A NATIONAL THANKSGIVING FOR A
NAVAL VICTORY

Ye hypocrites! Are these your pranks?
To murder men, and gie God thanks!
For shame! Gir o’er, proceed no further-
God won’t accept your thanks for murther!

LX.

I MURDER hate, by field or flood,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at hame I’ll spend my blood;
Life giving wars of Venus.*

The deities that I adore,
Are social peace and plenty;
I’m better pleas’d to make one more,*
Than be the death o’twenty.

(*make love not war)

Robbie Burns