Till the east reddened and the stars grew pale.”
The tenderness of his nature is also shown in the lines he wrote for the tombstone of his faithful servant Ann Davies:
“Though here unknown, dear Ann, thy ashes rest,
Still lives thy memory in one grateful breast,
That traced thy course through many a painful year,
And marked thy humble hope, thy pious fear.
Oh! when this frame which yet while life remained,
Thy duteous love with trembling hand sustained,
Dissolves—as soon it must—may that blest Power
Who beamed on thine, illume my parting hour!