164 PARTING AND DEATH.
And now that lonely cottage on the moor Hath no sweet visitant of earthly hope, To cheer its toiling inmates. Habit-led, They sow, and reap, and spread the daily board, And steep their bread in tears.
God grant them grace
To take this chastisement, like those who win A more enduring mansion, from the blast * That leaveth house and home so desolate.