Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.

All that we behold is full of blessings.