Robert Southey

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

. . . make the abhorrent eye
Roll back and close.

And so never ending,
But always descending.

And so never ending,
But always descending.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a read more

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?

While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.

While Washington hath left
His awful memory,
A light for after times.