There all conditions come with hearts of love,
Married and single, sons and daughters fair,
The emigrants from every templed land;
The Saxon, in his pride of high descent,
The Gaul, with spirit-harp of finer strings,
The Pict, ne’er weaned from his romantic hills,
Where o’er the heather rolls the Highland tongue,
The Swiss, whose home is where his cottage smiles,
The light Italian, gayest of the gay,
And the coarse Hollander, who loves the marsh,