O Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!