A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
Samuel Rogers
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Samuel Rogers
Then never less alone than when alone.
Samuel Rogers
The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
Samuel Rogers
Think nothing done while aught remains to do.
Samuel Rogers
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,–not dead, but gone before, He gathers round him.
Samuel Rogers