A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.