Dear As The Light That Visits These

The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.

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

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.

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