An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.

Anticipation Forward Points The View.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.