Of prudent lore,
Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,
And whelm him o’er.
Such fate to suffering worth is giv’n,
Who long with wants and woes has striv’n,
By human pride or cunning driv’n,
To mis’ry’s brink;
Till wrench’d of ev’ry stay but Heav’n,
He ruin’d sink.
Ev’n thou who mourn’st the daisy’s fate,