The dream o’ beauty’s dernin’ yet
Ahint the ugsome shape.
—Vain dream that in a pinheid here
And there can e’er escape!
The vices that defeat the dream
Are in the plant itsel’,
And till they’re purged its virtues maun
In pain and misery dwell.
Let Deils rejoice to see the waste,
The fond hope brocht to nocht.