Teach me to feel anothers woe. To hide the fault I see: That the mercy I show to others; that mercy also show to me. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
Teach me to feel anothers woe. To hide the fault I see: That the mercy I show to others; that mercy also show to me. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and offrings, and a thankful strain. – Alexander Pope