Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.