Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

I Was Not Always A Man Of Woe.