If your heart be steeled to triumph Nor beats less at your defeat; Can you watch your whole world melt away And still smiling, fortune greet?

What heav'nly music greets mine ear!

They have their griefs for guerdon, to dilate Their name and glory; nay, the cross, the sword Make them to be like saints or God adored; And gladness greets them in the frowns of fate:

"Dinna greet," she whispered, "dinna greet and dull your een that are brighter noo than a' the jauds can show,the bonny blink o' them!

Thou'st lost a mother, kind and dear, No more her sweet voice greets thine ear In winning tones, that could impart Gladness and joy to thy young heart.

New-born flocks, In rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance, The birds his presence greet; But chief the sky-lark warbles high His trembling, thrilling ecstasy, And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.

His face bore marks of the strain as he watched her greet Blackton.

We look for red, and foxes meet; For black, and crows our vision greet.

On their cold altar-stone are no offerings thrown, And their worshipless worships no passenger greets, Though they still may have praise for amending our ways, If their statues are broken for paving the streets.