One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.