And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose. - Thomas Gray

The generous spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are, to feel, and to know myself a Man.

- Hymn to Adversity

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.