But thou hast little need. There is a Book
By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, 10
On which the eyes of God not rarely look,
A chronicle of actions just and bright—
There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine;
And since thou own’st that praise, I spare thee mine.
William Cowper.
CLXI
TO THE SAME.
The twentieth year is well nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;