Wae worth thy pow'r, thou cursed leaf! Fell source o' a' my woe and grief! For lack o' thee I've lost my lass! For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass! I see the children of affliction Unaided, through thy curst restriction: I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile Amid his hapless victim's spoil; And for thy potence vainly wished, To crush the villain in the dust: For lack o' thee, I leave this much-lov'd shore, Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |