A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close, To Sweet Repast And Calm Repose.

The Different Steps And Degrees Of Education May Be Compared To The Artificer's Operations Upon Marble; It Is One Thing To Dig It Out Of The Quarry, And Another To Square It, To Give It Gloss And Lustre, Call Forth Every Beautiful Spot And Vein, Shape It Into A Column, Or Animate It Into A Statue.

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife Their Sober Wishes Never Learn'd To Stray; Along The Cool Sequester'd Vale Of Life They Kept The Noiseless Tenor Of Their Way.