The Heart That Is Generous And Kind

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.