Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.
Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.