I saw her die: her brother too is dead;
Nor own’d such crime - what is it that I dread?
“The parish aid withdrawn, I look’d around,
And in my school a bless’d subsistence found -
My winter-calm of life: to be of use
Would pleasant thoughts and heavenly hopes produce;
I loved them all; it soothed me to presage
The various trials of their riper age,
Then dwell on mine, and bless the Power who gave
Pains to correct us, and remorse to save.