Men oft have rear’d, e’en in their hoary age,
Thinking therein true happiness to find,
Sharing its joys with some congenial mind.
If love, hope, courage, bind their hearts within,
What care they for their neighbors, kith, or kin?
IV.
Once on a time, not many days ago,
When many taught there was no hell below,
Not in the spring, or lovely month of May,