An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange

On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!

Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was Glorious, O'er A' The Ills O' Life Victorious.

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."

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.