Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

The Heart That Is Generous And Kind Most Resembles God.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

Now A' Is Done That Men Can Do, And A' Is Done In Vain.