And Worthless Wealth averts his wint’ry eye!
Yet the rich virtues follow in thy strain,
Thine is Compassion’s tear, Submission’s calm,
Inspiring Hope, Religion’s healing balm,
And mild Philosophy’s instructive strain.
Thine is the plaintive Poet’s touching song,
That tunes with melody the chords of Care,
To smile forgiveness on the cureless wrong,
And heal the wounded spirit of Despair.
Ah, may I ne’er forget thy voice divine,