Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall

Blud's Thicker Than Water.

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.