Rogers.
24. Through many a clime 'tis yours to go,
With many a retrospection cursed;
And all your solace is to know,
Whate'er betide, you've known the worst.
Byron.
25. Rouse to some high and holy work of love,
And thou an angel's happiness shalt know,
Shalt bless the earth while in the world above;
The good begun by thee shall onward flow,