Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless

The Great Creator To Revere Must Sure Become The Creature; But Still The Preaching Cant Forbear, And Ev'n The Rigid Feature: Yet Ne'er With Wits Profane To Range Be Complaisance Extended;an Atheist Laugh's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended.

From Scenes Like These Old Scotia's Grandeur Springs, That Makes Her Loved At Home, Revered Abroad: Princes And Lords Are But The Breath Of Kings, "an Honest Man 's The Noblest Work Of God."

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us