Earth helped him with the cry of blood.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Stop thinking for once in your life!
The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.