Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
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!