Pours o’er the misty plain his mantle chill?
Dote not of fear, old man, where all is joy!
And Heaven and earth thy augury disown;
And Time’s eternal course rolls smoothly on,
Fraught with fresh blessings, as day follows day.
The All-Bounteous hath not given to take away;
The All-Wise hath not created to destroy!’
‘Farewell to Feudalism.[141]
‘“The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.”
‘’Tis sad to watch Time’s desolating hand