But not that man should toil and sweat for nought.

Not that the best should live a living death,

To give the worst a beastly sense of life;

And waste in servitude their fleeting breath,

Weeping with care and want a hopeless strife.

E. Elliott.

Father in heaven! thy sacred name

In hallowed strains be sung!

Thy kingdom spread o’er all the earth;

Thy praise fill every tongue.