To exclaim—'O happy! yielding to the law

Of these privations, richer in the main!—

While thankless thousands are opprest and clogged

By ease and leisure; by the very wealth

And pride of opportunity made poor;

While tens of thousands falter in their path,

And sink, through utter want of cheering light;

For you the hours of labour do not flag;

For you each evening hath its shining star,

And every sabbath-day its golden sun.'"