Peter Cornclips A Tale of Real Life; With Other Poems & Songs, By Alexander Rodger |
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AS AE DOOR STEEKS ANITHER CLOSES,
OR THE PROVERB REVERSED. |
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AS AE DOOR STEEKS ANITHER CLOSES, OR THE PROVERB REVERSED.
Methinks some old Scotch proverb says,
“As ae door steeks anither opens,”
Though this may sometimes be the case,
Its sad reverse much oftener happens;
Let's therefore coin the thing anew,
(Ne'er minding what each snarling foe says)
And try to prove this axiom true,
“As ae door steeks anither closes.”
“As ae door steeks anither opens,”
Though this may sometimes be the case,
Its sad reverse much oftener happens;
Let's therefore coin the thing anew,
(Ne'er minding what each snarling foe says)
And try to prove this axiom true,
“As ae door steeks anither closes.”
The man whose trade moves to his mind,
Is always sure of friends to help him,
And ne'er is at a loss to find
An open door—a hearty welcome;
But he, whose fortune's on the wane,
Who tries—and tries—and tries, but loses,
Soon finds just reason to complain,
“As ae door steeks anither closes.”
Is always sure of friends to help him,
And ne'er is at a loss to find
An open door—a hearty welcome;
But he, whose fortune's on the wane,
Who tries—and tries—and tries, but loses,
Soon finds just reason to complain,
“As ae door steeks anither closes.”
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The haughty minister of state,
Who proudly basks in royal sunshine,
While numbers daily on him wait,
To catch a glimpse of borrowed moonshine;
Poor man! for all his pomp and power,
He sleeps not on a bed of roses,
For should his lord but shut the door,
Then every door against him closes.
Who proudly basks in royal sunshine,
While numbers daily on him wait,
To catch a glimpse of borrowed moonshine;
Poor man! for all his pomp and power,
He sleeps not on a bed of roses,
For should his lord but shut the door,
Then every door against him closes.
The artizan whose dauntless mind,
Revolts against his proud oppressor,
Turned off—can no employment find,
For being such a bold transgressor;
His suit is met in every place
With jibes, and sneers, and turn'd-up noses.
Thus feels he this sad truth, alas!
“As ae door steeks anither closes.”
Revolts against his proud oppressor,
Turned off—can no employment find,
For being such a bold transgressor;
His suit is met in every place
With jibes, and sneers, and turn'd-up noses.
Thus feels he this sad truth, alas!
“As ae door steeks anither closes.”
The spendthrift wild, who wastes his wealth,
In rioting and dissipation,
Ne'er dreams, poor fool! of injured health,
Pale want, or blasted reputation.
Disease and poverty come on,
His credit everywhere he loses,
Even self-respect, at last is gone,
Door after door against him closes.
In rioting and dissipation,
Ne'er dreams, poor fool! of injured health,
Pale want, or blasted reputation.
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His credit everywhere he loses,
Even self-respect, at last is gone,
Door after door against him closes.
The poor neglected virtuous man,
Who long the storms of life has braved,
Sinks down, at last, exhausted—wan—
Of every earthly stay bereaved;
Yet still has he one prop that's sure,
On which his harassed soul reposes,
Though spurned from every earthly door,
The door of Heaven—never closes.
Who long the storms of life has braved,
Sinks down, at last, exhausted—wan—
Of every earthly stay bereaved;
Yet still has he one prop that's sure,
On which his harassed soul reposes,
Though spurned from every earthly door,
The door of Heaven—never closes.
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