Ye observt hoo it began like a stormy mornin', but ye h'ard hoo it changed or a' was dune.

The sun comes oot bonny i' the en', an' ye hear the birds beginnin' to sing, tellin' Natur' to gie ower her greitin'.

An' what brings the guid man til's senses, div ye think?
What but jist the thoucht o' him 'at made him, him 'at cares aboot him, him 'at maun come to ill himsel' 'afore he lat onything he made come to ill.

Sir, lat's gang doon upo' oor knees, an' commit the keepin' o' oor sowls to him as til a faithfu' creator, wha winna miss his pairt 'atween him an' hiz." They went down on their knees, and Donal said, "O Lord, oor ain father an' saviour, the day ye hae sent 's has arrived bonny an' gran', an' we bless ye for sen'in' 't; but eh, oor father, we need mair the licht that shines i' the darker place.

We need the dawn o' a spiritual day inside 's, or the bonny day ootside winna gang for muckle.