That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding, An' Downa Be Disputed.

Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.

I'll Be Merry And Free, I'll Be Sad For Nae-body; If Nae-body Cares For Me, I'll Care For Nae-body.