Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

Affliction's Sons Are Brothers In Distress; A Brother To Relieve, How Exquisite The Bliss!

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.

Learn Taciturnity And Let That Be Your Motto!

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Chrystal Streamlets Plays; Come Let Us Spend The Lightsome Days In The Birks Of Aberfeldy.

Mankind Is A Science That Defies Definitions.