The man, in life wherever plac'd, <br />Hath happiness in store, <br />Who walks not in the wicked's way, <br />Nor learns their guilty lore! <br /> <br />Nor from the seat of scornful pride <br />Casts forth his eyes abroad, <br />But with humility and awe <br />Still walks before his God. <br /> <br />That man shall flourish like the trees, <br />Which by the streamlets grow; <br />The fruitful top is spread on high, <br />And firm the root below. <br /> <br />But he whose blossom buds in guilt <br />Shall to the ground be cast, <br />And, like the rootless stubble, tost <br />Before the sweeping blast. <br /> <br />For why? that God the good adore, <br />Hath giv'n them peace and rest, <br />But hath decreed that wicked men <br />Shall ne'er be truly blest.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paraphrase-of-the-first-psalm/
