For A Laggard In Love, And A

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.

In That Pleasant District Of Merry England Which Is Watered By The River Don, There Extended In Ancient Times A Large Forest, Covering The Greater Part Of The Beautiful Hills And Valleys Which Lie Between Sheffield And The Pleasant Town Of Doncaster.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Blessed Be His Name, Who Hath Appointed The Quiet Night To Follow The Busy Day, And The Calm Sleep To Refresh The Wearied Limbs And To Compose The Troubled Spirit.

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.