A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.