The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.

To Each His Suff'rings: All Are Men, / Condemn'd Alike To Groan, / The Tender For Another's Pain; / Th' Unfeeling For His Own.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.

Large Was His Bounty, And His Soul Sincere, Heaven Did A Recompense As Largely Send: He Gave To Mis'ry (all He Had) A Tear, He Gained From Heav'n ('t Was All He Wish'd) A Friend.