Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

See Social-life And Glee Sit Down, All Joyous And Unthinking, Till, Quite Transmugrified, They're Grown Debauchery And Drinking

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!