Yet the trifle I gave, little worth thy possessing,
Has call’d forth in thee, what I cannot repay:
Thou hast ask’d of thy God for his favour and blessing;
Thou hast pray’d for the sinner, who never must pray.
Old man, if those locks, which are silver’d by time,
Have ne’er been dishonor’d by guilt or excess;
If when tempted to wrong, thou hast fled from the crime;
By passion unmov’d, unappall’d by distress:
If through life thou hast follow’d the course that is fair,