His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,
And lonely Want retired to die. 20
No summons mocked by chill delay,
No petty gain disdained by pride,
The modest wants of every day
The toil of every day supplied.
His virtues walked their narrow round, 25
Nor made a pause, nor left a void;
And sure the Eternal Master found