To spurn imploring famine from the gate:
But on he moves to meet his latter end,
Angels around befriending virtue's friend;
"The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung."—p. 193.
Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay,
While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,