A few short years of evil past, We reach the happy shore where death-divided friends at last. Shall meet to part no more...

A Dream...

Good morning to you...
May Heaven argument your blisses
On every new month ye see,
A humble man which's !
A happy new day...
My bard-ship here, at your levee,
On sic a day as this is,
Is sure an uncouth sight to see
Among thae birthday dresses
Sae fine this day in May.