Oh, the ache and pain I feel,
back on this hard wooden chair I reel,
reflecting on wasted opportunities of my day,
thinking how I could have made my masters proud.
...
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.