George Crabbe

'Twas good advice, and meant,
"My son, be good."

'Twas good advice, and meant,
"My son, be good."

And took for truth the test of ridicule.

And took for truth the test of ridicule.

His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.

His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.

All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
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All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.