Autumn's The Mellow Time.

Soul's Castle Fell At One Blast Of Temptation, But Many A Worm Had Pierced The Foundation.

Ring-ting! I Wish I Were A Primrose, A Bright Yellow Primrose Blowing In The Spring! The Stooping Boughs Above Me, The Wandering Bee To Love Me, The Fern And Moss To Creep Across, And The Elm-tree For Our King!

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.

History Of Ireland--lawlessness And Turbulency, Robbery And Oppression, Hatred And Revenge, Blind Selfishness Everywhere--no Principle, No Heroism. What Can Be Done With It?

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.