With a meek, contented mind,
He liv'd in peace with all mankind;
And thus would gratefully prolong
To heaven his morn and evening song;—
I have no time to pray, to plead
For all the blessings that I need;
For what I have, a patriarch's days
Would only give me time to praise!—
He died in hope. Yon narrow cell
Guards his sleeping ashes well.