Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.