Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

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

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?

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

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.

Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.