The Best Laid Plans Take

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.

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.

How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs On By The Favors Of The Powerful.

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?