No! give to me, Great Lord, the constant soul, + 

Nor fooled by pleasure nor enslaved by care; + 

Each rebel-passion (for Thou canst) controul, + 

And make me know the tempter’s every snare. + 

What, though alone my sober hours I wear, + 

No friend in view, and sadness o’er my mind + 

Throws her dark veil?⁠—Thou but accord this prayer, + 

And I will bless Thee for my birth, and find + 

That stillness breathes sweet tones, and solitude is kind. + 