Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

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!

The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

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!"