“O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning,
To joy and play.”

—  Robert Burns

Epistle to James Smith.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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Scottish poet and lyricist 1759–1796

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