It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.