Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars Me Greet

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.

What's Done We Partly May Compute, But Know Not What's Resisted.

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

And O! Be Sure To Fear The Lord Alway, And Mind Your Duty, Duly, Morn And Night; Lest In Temptation's Path Ye Gang Astray, Implore His Counsel And Assisting Might: They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Aright.

Look Abroad Through Nature's Range, Nature's Mighty Law Is Change.