It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were

It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were Lost.

Society Than Solitude Is Worse, And Man To Man Is Still The Greatest Curse.

When One By One Our Ties Are Torn, And Friend From Friend Is Snatched Forlorn; When Man Is Left Alone To Mourn, Oh! Then How Sweet It Is To Die!

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.

We May Think All Religions Beneficial, And Believe Of One Alone That It Is True.