Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever. Had We Never Lou'd Sae Kindly, Had We Never Lou'd Sae Blindly, Never Met - Or Never Parted - We Had Ne'er Been Broken Hearted

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.