This fear Thou hast forgotten me.
Happy the vernal rout that come
To their due offices to-day,
And strange, if in Thy mercy’s sum,
Excluded man alone decay.
I ask no triumph, ask no joy,
Save leave to live, in law’s employ.
As to a weed, to me but give
Thy sap! lest aye inoperative
Here in the Pit my strength shall be: