Now when the hour arrives
From flesh that sets me free, Thy spirit may await, The first at Heaven's gate, To meet and welcome me."
There are those to whom a sense of religion has come in storm and tempest: there are those whom it has summoned amid scenes of revelry and idle vanity : there are those too who have heard ' its still small voice* amid rural leisure and placid retirement. But perhaps the knowledge which causeth not to err is most frequently impressed upon the mind during the seasons of affliction; and tears are the softened showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring and take root in the human heart.
Walter Scott.
Oh I we are querulous creatures ! Little less Than all things can suffice to make us happy : And little more than nothing is enough 'l'n discontent us.'
Coleridge.
Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes: Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Young.
