And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

I Was Born A Scotsman And A Bare One. Therefore I Was Born To Fight My Way In The World.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven: It Is Not Fantasy's Hot Fire, Whose Wishes Soon As Granted Fly; It Liveth Not In Fierce Desire.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

We Often Praise The Evening Clouds, And Tints So Gay And Bold, But Seldom Think Upon Our God, Who Tinged These Clouds With Gold.