O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
For Love will still be lord of all.
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet
Sensibility is nature's celestial spring.
All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.