Learn Taciturnity And Let That

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!

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

Affliction's Sons Are Brothers In Distress; A Brother To Relieve, How Exquisite The Bliss!

O, Life! How Pleasant Is Thy Morning, Young Fancy's Rays The Hills Adorning! Cold Pausing Caution's Lesson Scorning, We Frisk Away, Like Schoolboys, At The Expected Warning, To Joy And Play.