Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire,

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.

Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert Burns

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .