"There 's nae sorrow there, John, There 's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal."

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I fear I have not one good word to say this fair morning, though the sun shines so encouragingly on the distant hills and gentle river and the trees are in their festive hues. I am not festive, though contented. When obliged to give myself to the prose of life, as I am on this occasion of being established in a new home I like to do the thing, wholly and quite, - to weave my web for the day solely from the grey yarn.

— Margaret Fuller