The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.

Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.