These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.
GRATITUDE.
The still small voice of gratitude.
For Music. T. GRAY.
A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharged.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.
Simon Lee. W. WORDSWORTH.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.
Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
GRAVE, THE.
There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
The Grave. J. MONTGOMERY.
Ah, the grave's a quiet bed:
She shall sleep a pleasant sleep,
And the tears that you may shed
Will not wake her—therefore weep!
The Last Scene. W. WINTER.
O, snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year,
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:
O, Snatched Away! LORD BYRON.