But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You

Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn!

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

Anticipation Forward Points The View.

Look Abroad Through Nature's Range, Nature's Mighty Law Is Change.

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose That's Newly Sprung In June: My Love Is Like The Melody That's Sweetly Played In Tune. How Fair Art Thou, My Bonnie Lass, So Deep In Love Am I; And I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, Till All The Seas Gang Dry. Till All The Seas Gang Dry, My Dear, And The Rocks Melt With The Sun; I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, While The Sands Of Life Shall Run. And Fare Thee Weel, My Only Love. And Fare Thee Weel Awhile! And I Will Come Again, My Love, Though It Were Ten Thousand Mile.