They Hear A Voice In Every Wind,

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.

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.

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!

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

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.