Where’er Thy providence directs, behold
My steps with cheerful resignation turn!
Fate leads the willing, drags the backward on.
Why should I mourn, when grieving I must bear;
Or take with guilt what, guiltless, I might share!’
John Waters.
LINES TO BLUMINE.
When day gives place to sweeter night,
And twinkling stars come out on high,
Like sentinels in armor bright,