To See Her Is To Love Her,

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

From Scenes Like These Old Scotia's Grandeur Springs, That Makes Her Loved At Home, Revered Abroad: Princes And Lords Are But The Breath Of Kings, "an Honest Man 's The Noblest Work Of God."

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale