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122 To see yoursel' in sic a station—

It seemed a doubtfü' dispensation.

The feelin' was a mere digression;

For shüne I understood the session,

An' mindin' Aiken an' M'Neil,

I wondered they had düne sae weel.

I saw I had mysel' to blame;

For had I but remained at hame,

Aiblins—though no ava' deservin' 't—

They micht hae named your humble servant.

The kirk was filled, the door was steeked;

Up to the pu'pit ance I keeked;

I was mair pleased than I can tell—

It was the minister himsel'!

Proud, proud was I to see his face,

After sae lang awa' frae grace.

Pleased as I was, I'm no denyin'

Some maitters were not edifyin';