Give me one hour in holy converse spent, 435
For a whole age of indolent content!
Give me the friend who guides my steps aright,
Nor fears to bring my errors to my sight:
With tenderness the heart’s fond guile unrobes,
But to the core with steady courage probes, 440
Points, as my path, not that I wish to see,
But the unbending right, as thou to me,
My long-loved friend! whose roof, a second home,
More welcome smiles than wealth’s most costly dome.