A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes br We past so late together; and my heart br Felt something like desertion, when I look'd br Around me, and the well-known voice of friend br Was absent, and the cordial look was there br No more to smile on me. I thought on Lloyd; br All he had been to me. And now I go br Again to mingle with a world impure, br With men who make a mock of holy things, br Mistaken, and of man's best hope think scorn. br The world does much to warp the heart of man, br And I may sometimes join its ideot laugh. br Of this I now complain not. Deal with me, br Omniscient Father! as thou judgest best, br And in thy season tender thou my heart. br I pray not for myself; I pray for him, br Whose soul is sore perplex'd: shine thou on him, br Father of Lights! and in the difficult paths br Make plain his way before him. His own thoughts br May he not think, his own ends not pursue; br So shall he best perform thy will on earth.