And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide; The Hour Approachestam Maun Ride; That Hour, O'night's Black Arch The Key-stane, That Dreary Hourtam Mounts His Beast In.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane, Thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Hast Slain! Vain Is His Hope, Whose Stay An' Trust Is In Moral Mercy, Truth, And Justice!

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