Creed And Conduct Combined As Cause And Effect Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The incident related in the following lines occurred thus At a meeting of Presbytery appointed to deal with the case of the Reverend David Macrae of Gourock Scotland one of the members of the Court had stolen out to enjoy his pipe and the quiet of his own thoughts for a few minutes before engaging in the strife of debate when he was accosted by a stranger woefully dilapidated who asked him with great earnestness if he would tell him where he could see Mr Macrae as he was most anxious to have some conversation with him Do you know sir said this poor ruined one that on the doctrine of future punishment Mr Macrae and I are in perfect accord and I am very desirous to tender him my cordial sympathy and support I esteem it my duty to do what I can to comfort and cheer this young and courageous minister of the Gospel in the cruel and unjust persecution to which he is being subjectedA
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The Presbytery with one accord in one placeB
Were met to consider and speak on the caseB
Of David Macrae bent with reverend skillC
On putting him through th' ecclesiastical millC
I was there I slipped out just the plain truth to tellD
To ha e a quate thinkin time a by myselD
On the new fangled doctrine o nae hell avaE
Which gies wrang doers comfort that is na sae sma'F
It's a gey soothm thoct aye it pleases them weelD
Leavin hooseless an hameless the muckle black deilD
It delivers mankind frae a fear and a dreadG
Sae I pondered along never lifting my headG
Is it richt is it wrang is it truth or a lieD
We will cannily find oot the truth by and byD
If it's truth or a lie that lies at the rootH
Should be shown when the doctrine grows up and bears fruitH
Thus I daundered and pondered on lifting my e'eI
An answer to some o my thocts cam to meI
There cam' doon the causey a comical chielD
Wi an air an a gait that was unco genteelD
By the cut o' his jib an the set o his claesJ
He was ane o thae folk wha ha e seen better daysJ
He was verra lang legged hungry lookup an leanK
His claes werna' new nor weel hained nor cleanK
Tight straps his short trews to meet shiny boots drewL
Where wee tae an' big tae alike keeked throughL
His coat ance black braid claith was rusty enoughM
It was oot at the elbows an' frayed at the cuffM
It was white at the seams it was threadbare and thinN
An' to hide a defects buttoned up to the chinN
Bruised and dinged in the crown and the brim was his hatO
But set jauntily on his few hairs for a thatO
Paper collar an' cuffs showed in lieu of a shirtP
As he daintily picked his way over the dirtP
His face leaden and mottled with blossom that growsQ
Out of whisky an' deep bottle red was his noseQ
His e'en bleared an' bloodshot were watery an' dimF
Pale an' puffy the eyelids an' red roun' the rimF
Thae e'en that ha'e gotten a set in the headG
Wi' watchin' ower often the wine when it's redG
Eh me sirs what wreck in the universe canR
Be sae awsome to see as the wreck of a manR
Whatever of talents or good looks or gearS
What w'alth o' good chances had been this man's hereT
What gifts that might make his life lofty and grandU
A blessin' to others a power in the landU
All was gone gifts an' graces the greatest the leastV
Were hidden beneath the broad mark o' the beastV
Stamped on I may say frae the head to the feetW
All lost of the man but his pride an' conceitW
Varnished ower wi' the airs o' the shabby genteelD
He was gingerly steppin' his way to the dielD
But now he is gaun to greet me on the wayX
Comin' forrid as ane that has something to sayX
Takin' off wi' a flourish the bit o' a hatO
He booed wi' an air maist genteel ower thatO
Excuse me sir stoppin' you thus on the wayX
Can you bring me to where I'll see David MacraeX
He's a preacher that men of my culture must chooseY
I assure you he holds and he preaches my viewsY
A doctrine divested of all vulgar fearsZ
That I've held and believed in for years upon yearsZ
A doctrine most sensible likely and trueL
I endorse it sir as I trust you also doL
I answered him gien a bit shake to my headG
As I looked at the man and considered his creedA2
You'll see Mr Macrae my man there is nae dootA2
If you stan' aboot here till they're a' comin' ootA2
But my frien' this new doctrine that fits ye sae fineB2
May be yours verra likely but ne'er can be mineB2

Nora Pembroke (margaret Moran Dixon Mcdougall)



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