The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.
The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.