How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs

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

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

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.