Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.