I
NK we are too ready with
In this fair world of God's.
Had we no
Indeed beyond the zenith and the
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow
To muse upon eternity's
Round our aspirant souls; but since the scope Must widen early, is it well to droop, For a few days consumed in loss and taint ?
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the
Singing beside the hedge.
What if the
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou
To meet the flints ?
At least it may be said' Because the way is short,
I thank thee,
God. '
