Forming characters! Whose? Our own or others? Both. And in that momentous fact lies the peril and responsibility of our existence.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh! leave the light of Hope behind.
Glory built on selfish principles is shame and guilt.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.
His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!