The Fear O' Hell's A

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Chrystal Streamlets Plays; Come Let Us Spend The Lightsome Days In The Birks Of Aberfeldy.

I Pick My Favourite Quotations And Store Them In My Mind As Ready Armour, Offensive Or Defensive, Amid The Struggle Of This Turbulent Existence.

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.