And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert Burns

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.