Of social Order's care for 'wretchedness, Of Time's sure help to calm and reconcile, Joy's second spring and Hope's long-treasured smile, 'Twas not for him to speak a man so tried. Yet, to relieve her heart, in friendly style Proverbial words of comfort he applied, The gallows would one day of hin glad; Though inward anguish damped the or's brow, Yet calm he seemed as thoughts so p ant would allow. LV And not in vain, while they went pacing Softly he stroked the child, who lay side by side. stretched "Bad is the world, and hard is the wor law Even for the man who wears the warm fleece; Much need have ye that time more clos draw The bond of nature, all unkindness ceas And that among so few there still be pea Else can ye hope but with such numer foes Your pains shall ever with your years crease?" |