Of seventy years, to loftier height.

The White Doe of Rylstone. Canto iii.

"What is good for a bootless bene?"

With these dark words begins my tale;

And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring

When prayer is of no avail?

Force of Prayer.

A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules.

Alas! what boots the long laborious Quest?

Of blessed consolations in distress.