Are these for ever and for ever fled?
“When in the years gone by, the trying years,
When faith and hope had strife with wants and fears,
Thy nerves have trembled till thou couldst not eat
(Dress’d by this hand) thy mess of simple meat;
When, grieved by fastings, gall’d by fates severe,
Slow pass’d the days of the successless year;
Still in these gloomy hours, my brother then
Had glorious views, unseen by prosperous men:
And when thy heart has felt its wish denied,