Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

See Social-life And Glee Sit Down, All Joyous And Unthinking, Till, Quite Transmugrified, They're Grown Debauchery And Drinking

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd