In hours of danger, solitude, and pain,
Cheering the darkness, drying off the tear
And turning loss to gain?
"Shall not your gentle voice
Break on temptation’s dark and sullen mood,
Subdue our erring will, o’errule our choice,
And win from ill to good?
"Oh, yes! to us, to us,
A portion of your converse still be given!
Struggling affection still would hold us thus,