Such was thy charity...

I would that in the end, the words William Cowper wrote of a kind friend could be said of me.

"And though in act unwearied, secret still,

As in some solitude the summer rill

Refreshes, where it winds, the faded green,

And cheers the drooping flow'rs, unheard, unseen.

Such was thy charity; no sudden start

After long sleep, of passion in the heart,

But steadfast principle, and in its kind, 

Of close relation to the eternal Mind

Traced easily to its true source above,

To Him whose work bespeaks His nature, love."