Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

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

The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.