Long is it since they ceased to look on light, To thrill with hope in our fond human way. Why grudge them rest in their sweet ancient night, Ungrieved, if never gay, Eased from Life's sorry day? ...
Critic John cam here to view Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Lindsay's picture shop bran new, Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! John, he cast his head fu' high, Looked asklent and unco' skeigh,...