Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!