Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
The course of Nature is the art of God
A Christian is the highest style of man.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?