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Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

What's Done We Partly May Compute, But Know Not What's Resisted.

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.