Give Me An Honest Laugher.

Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On The Door Of A Cottage On The Shore Of A Dark Scottish Lake.

Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not Your Plowshare Too Deep Into New Land.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

The Summer Dawn's Reflected Hue To Purple Changed Lock Katrine Blue, Mildly And Soft The Western Breeze Just Kiss'd The Lake, Just Stirr'd The Trees, And The Pleased Lake, Like Maiden Coy, Trembled But Dimpled Not For Joy.

God Forgive Me For Having Thought It Possible That A Schoolmaster Could Be Out And Out A Rational Being.