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Let us think for a moment of the sweet poet, Robert Burns, whose life was passed
So sweetly in the morning
Young fancy's rays the hills adorning.
but when addressing us from his grave in his epitaph, he says, The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn and wise to know,
But thoughtless follies laid him low
Reader, attend, whether thy soul
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Let us, therefore, enjoy the pleasures of imagination, but be not unmindful of their limits. Let us not be
Misled by fancy's meteor ray,
By passion driv'n;
Although the light that leads astray
Is light from heaven.
C. Whittingham, Tooks Court, Chancery Lane.