Classic Poem

They speak o' wiles in woman's smiles,
—An' ruin in her ee;
I ken they bring a pang at whiles
—That's unco' sair to dree;

But mind ye this, the half-ta'ndash kiss,
—The first fond fa'in' tear,
Is, heaven kens, fu' sweet amends,
—An' tints o' heaven here.

When two leal hearts in fondness meet,
—Life's tempests howl in vain;
The very tears o' love are sweet
—When paid with tears again.

Shall hapless prudence shake its pow?
—Shall cauldrife caution fear?
Oh, dinna, dinna droun the lowe
—That lights a heaven here!