Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar,

Look Not Thou On Beauty's Charming; Sit Thou Still When Kings Are Arming; Taste Not When The Wine-cup Glistens; Speak Not When The People Listens

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.

O Caledonia! Stern And Wild, Meet Nurse For A Poetic Child! Land Of Brown Heath And Shaggy Wood; Land Of The Mountain And The Flood!

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.