Monday's Poem................

   
    Is There For Honest Poverty

Is there for honest poverty 
   Wha hangs his head, an' a' that? 
The coward slave, we pass him by -- 
   We dare be poor for a' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
Our toils obscure, an' a' that, 
   The rank is but the guinea's stamp -
The man's the gowd for a' that. 

What though on hamely fare we dine, 
   Wear hoddin' grey, an' a' that? 
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, -
   A man's a man for a' that. 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
   Their tinsel show, an' a' that, 
The honest man, though e'er sae poor, 
    Is king o' men for a' that. 

Ye see yon birkie ca'd 'a lord,' 
    Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that? - 
Tho' hundreds worship at his word, 
    He's but a cuif for a' that. 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
    His ribband, star, an' a' that, 
The man o' independent mind, 
    He looks an' laughs at a' that. 

A prince can mak a belted knight, 
    A marquis, duke, an' a' that! 
But an honest man's aboon his might, - 
    Guid faith, he maunna fa' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
    Their dignities, an' a' that, 
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth 
    Are higher rank than a' that. 

Then let us pray that come it may, -
    As come it will for a' that,- 
That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth 
    Shall bear the gree an' a' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
    It's comin yet for a' that, -
That man to man the world o'er 
    Shall brithers be for a' that!


-Robert Burns