A bleezing ingle, and a clean hearthstane

A dish of married love right soon grows cauld.

For when I dinna clearly see, I always own I dinna ken, And that's the way with wisest men.

Let fowk bode weel, and strive to do their best; Nae mair's required—let Heaven make out the rest.

You have sae saft a voice and slid a tongue, You are the darling of baith auld and young.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.