I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies,

The Popularity Of That Baby-faced Boy, Who Possessed Not Even The Elements Of A Good Actor, Was A Hallucination In The Public Mind, And A Disgrace To Our Theatrical History.

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

Love! The Surviving Gift Of Heaven, The Choicest Sweet Of Paradise, In Life's Else Bitter Cup Distilled.