Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will. - William Cowper

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

I sing the Sofa. I, who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touch'd with awe
The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand,
Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight,
Now seek repose upon an humbler theme.

Candid, and generous, and just, Boys care but little whom they trust, An error soon corrected— For who but learns in riper years That man, when smoothest he appears Is most to be suspected?