We must admire,too, the noble felling that filled our youth in The scholastic economics.

Robert Burns. Can express the secret agony of my soul as I sank into this compared these dreams with those of my happier youth.

O my Love's like a red rose

That's newly sprung in June:
O my Love's like the melody
That's sweetly played in time.

As fair an thou, my bonny lass,

So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry;

Till all the seas gang dry,my dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee welll, my only Love!

And fare thee welll a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.