The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet

Come Fill Up My Cup, Come Fill Up My Can, Come Saddle Your Horses, And Call Up Your Men; Come Open The West Port, And Let Me Gang Free, And It's Room For The Bonnets Of Bonny Dundee!

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.