O, My Luve Is Like

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!

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.

Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still Gentler Sister Woman; Though They May Gang A Kennin' Wrang, To Step Aside Is Human.

A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.