All but their God disdaining;
There, hopeful only of the grave,
To stand through morn and even,
Where all on earth was black despair,
And nothing bright but heaven.
And, later still, when times were changed,
And tend’rer thoughts came o’er thee,
When abject, suppliant, and poor,
Thy injurer came before thee.
How thou did’st freely all forgive,