O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Leaves Have Their Time To Fall, And Flowers To Wither At The North - Wind's Breath, And Stars To Set; But All, Thou Hast All Seasons For Thine Own, O Death!

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

With Thee Goes Thy Husband, Him To Follow Thou Art Bound; Where He Abides, Think There Thy Native Soil.

Apt Words Have Power To Suage The Tumors Of A Troubled Mind.