And, soften’d by his chang’d address,
“Good fortune wish’d, and happiness.”
And he was happy—“he was bless’d
Beyond desert,” he oft confessed,
By friends, by all the good caress’d.
A smiling garden, rescu’d mill,
His dear old cottage on the hill,
A faithful wife, a conscience clear,
Shed brightness on each coming year.
The church-yard stone, that bears his name,