And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.