I Have A Hundred Times Wished That

The Upright, Honest-hearted Man Who Strives To Do The Best He Can, Need Never Fear The Church's Ban Or Hell's Damnation.

The Trout In Yonder Wimpling Burn - That Glides, A Silver Dart, - And, Safe Beneath The Shady Thorn, - Defies The Anglers Art.

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent