maintop crowd the sail,
heave care o'er-side!
and rge, before enjoyment's gale,
let's tak the tide.
this life, sae far's i uand,
is a' ented fairy-nd,
where pleasure is the magid,
that, wielded right,
maks hours like minutes, hand in hand,
dance by fu' light.
the magid the us wield;
for ahat five-an'-forty's speel'd,
see, crazy, weary, joyless eild,
wi' wrinkl'd face,
es hostin, hirplin owre the field,
we' creepin pace.
when ance life's day draws he gloamin,
then farewee
Epistle To James Smith(5/11)