Heaven does a recompense as largely send:
You give to misery all you have—a tear;
You gain from heaven, 'tis all you ask—a friend.
Gray.
30. You worship God with inward zeal, and serve him in each deed;
Yet will not blame another's faith, nor have one martyr bleed.
Eliza Cook.
31. Silent when glad, affectionate though shy;
And now your look is most demurely sad;