Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

The Trout In Yonder Wimpling Burn - That Glides, A Silver Dart, - And, Safe Beneath The Shady Thorn, - Defies The Anglers Art.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever. Had We Never Lou'd Sae Kindly, Had We Never Lou'd Sae Blindly, Never Met - Or Never Parted - We Had Ne'er Been Broken Hearted

Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!