The Golden Hours On Angel

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.

At Length His Lonely Cot Appears In View, Beneath The Shelter Of An Aged Tree; Th' Expectant Wee-things, Toddling, Stacher Thro' To Meet Their Dad, Wi' Flichterin Noise An' Glee.

If There 's A Hole In A' Your Coats, I Rede Ye Tent It; A Chiel 's Amang Ye Takin' Notes, And, Faith, He 'll Prent It.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

Anticipation Forward Points The View.