To See Her Is To

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!