Come He Slow Or Come

Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On The Door Of A Cottage On The Shore Of A Dark Scottish Lake.

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

Woe To The Youth Whom Fancy Gains, Winning From Reason's Hand The Reins, Pity And Woe! For Such A Mind Is Soft Contemplative, And Kind.

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.