And so the hour when he was on the way:
For many a trial had fall’n to George’s lot
Since he first occupied that little cot;
But he had borne them all most patiently,
And never shrunk in his adversity
From that great duty, pray’r!—his great support,
His refuge in affliction, and resort.
Farewell to Westonbury, and farewell
To cottage, garden, grunters, fowls, and all;
In other hands their welfare now is cast,